Hi blogging friends and family, I’ve had a busy week. Too busy, which is ironic because, well, you’ll see below. Deadline week pressure, and Kitty #3, Penny, had oral surgery to remove a mass on Monday. Results tomorrow. Fingers crossed. (Deep breath…) Hope everyone is well and enjoying spring–or autumn–and the change of seasons. I … More Slow Down. What’s Your Hurry?
One of my favorite Christmas traditions is decorating our home with ornaments that I’ve collected over the past thirty-one years. Every year, usually early December, I go into the attic and drag down boxes and boxes of Christmas memories. I unwrap each tissue paper-covered item with great care and place them on the … More Handmade Christmas Memories
“The past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.… That is why we dwell on the past, I think.”~Virginia Woolf I’m going away for a few days to write with friends – – a … More Writing, Women, and Woolf: An Adventure Begins
Of all the flowers in my garden, these sweet bluets (Houstonia caerulea) rank way up on my favorites list. There’s a reason for this simple spring ephemeral’s prominent place in my garden and heart. When my youngest daughter was about seven years old, she went down to the little stream by our house and dug … More Bluets: The Things That Aren’t Things
The Time is Now Sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floor two tiny girls, pigtails, doggy-flaps, bodies wriggling. Brown eyes, blue eyes watching every move I make. Telling silly stories. Giggling. Squirming to and fro no hurry, no worry. We are here together. After a while, I notice the pile of dirty laundry, heap of … More Don’t Look Away: The Time is Now
“Only love can break a heart, only love can mend it again.” It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post. I come to my computer daily, sit down intending to write, but end up on endless Google searches or posting one-liners on Facebook. Or looking at cat and flower photos … More Only Love Can Break A Heart: On Loving Big and Grieving Big
Letter to My Husband: An Anniversary Tale of Love and Survival. Here it is—our 30th Anniversary. Can you believe it? 30 years. We have been through so much together. We have raised two babies to become wonderful young women. We have celebrated birthdays and Paschas and Christmases and Name Days and all the occasions that … More Letter to My Husband: An Anniversary Tale of Love and Survival
It’s a hot July in North Carolina. That’s nothing new. These days as I walk through the woods, I see wild blackberries growing along the path. It’s blackberry picking season, which is also a season full of childhood memories. I remember as a young girl walking the railroad tracks up to Maw Beale’s house. Maw … More When Blackberries Are More Than Blackberries: Memories of Another Time
Giving Voice to My Astonishment 
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