Joy is a lodestone in the pit of my stomach. That’s not a word I use or think about much–lodestone–unearthed from ancient English roots that have clumps of fairy and sea monster…
Category: <span>Intentional Living</span>
We are Queens of Where the Wild Ocean Things are. We march on the waves, and they dare not touch our toes as we jump, leap, and squeal over them. We…
There’s the white gardenia that I almost brushed by unseeing as I walked with nose up in the air seeking butterflies. There’s Gary the Teddy parked on Little C’s pillow…
Tank of gas: $46 Turnpike tolls: $13 Admission to botanical gardens: $48 Lunch: $26 Do we remember these price tags? For all the time spent tallying up the costs of…
I almost cried in the French bakery today. This happened after I actually cried earlier this week over a spider. A big hairy one. Crawling out of my apron pocket.…
I pray that they will fly, even if they’re afraid of heights. I pray that they will eat pumpkin pancakes on the first morning that feels like fall. I pray…