Well, it’s Easter, and it’s an Easter unlike any other that I’ve experienced. The church doors are closed. We cannot be with our family. But somehow this Resurrection Sunday is more meaningful than it’s ever been. The empty tomb secures my future, and I’m blessed to have beautiful memories of Easters gone by. When I…
Today, the flag will be flying at the Nichols’ Nest to honor our nation’s veterans. Because of them, my life is lived in freedom, and I don’t take that for granted. In my book CHRISTMAS AT GREY SAGE, a group of travelers are stranded in an inn during an unexpected snowstorm. This provided opportunities for…
Our flag at the Nichols’ Nest is waving in the breezes this morning. While it waves, I can hear “The Star Spangled Banner,” “America the Beautiful,” “The Battle Hymn of the Republic, and “God Bless America.” (Musicians are like that – every scene has its own soundtrack.) As we celebrate the birth of our nation…
There’s an unspoiled freshness about morning that I’ve always loved. It’s my very favorite part of the day because it holds a bit of mystery and potential and even promise. I like thinking that it’s morning somewhere all day long. I especially like it that the real Easter message came to the world early in…
When I remember the Easters of my childhood, they mostly involved the new spring mother-daughter dresses Mama made, new hats that had to have small flowers to frame my face and ribbons that trailed in the wind behind me, a new pair of white patent leather shoes from Kramer’s Dept. Store on Broad Street, pink…