Do you text a lot? I do. (I now have a Samsung Galaxy S8+, but not because I wanted it…initially at least.) Isn’t it the most amazing thing to have technology to text? I wish there was such a thing as texting or facetime when my mother was living… OR when I was dating Philip!!…
Do you like to sit on the porch while it rains? You do? Oh good! Then let me pull one of those rockers over here by me. Let’s talk. I lit a pungent candle in hopes of keeping the mosquitoes at bay…well several candles actually. The frogs are belting out their guttural call from somewhere near the…
Dawn still dusted the sky as our vehicle eased from the garage. A film of rain sprinkles covered the windshield as soon as it cleared the protection of the moving door. And that man of mine, the one with just possibly the most beautiful tenor voice this side of heaven, begin to sing, “Raindrops keep falling on my head.” Hearing…
Marrying at the age of 19 is young measured by today’s standards, but in 1936, it was just perfect for my mother. My daddy, age 21, took mother as his bride and they became a team. Faithful to each other for 61 years, they shared the highs and lows of marriage and family and faith. This photo taken in…
Last Fall, two ferns spoke to me. Have you had that happen? I know right? It’s awesome! Isn’t it? I was at the garden center and found them on clearance for $3.24 each. They were gorgeous. I mean, not a blemish. They looked ready for Joanna Gaines , from Fixer Upper, to come scoop them off their…
So after listening for a few minutes to all the banter about how the world is going someplace… really fast… my daughter, in all her early teenage wisdom and humor, lifted her index finger, and quietly with a cheerful tone in her voice said, “But the Phoenix is rising!” Now you probably know without me…
The second Christmas that Philip and I shared together as a married couple, a “friend” came over one day. It makes me so sad to say that I don’t remember her name, as we have lost track of each other. I specifically remember which house she lived in at the time, way out in…
Do you love your home? Hopefully, your home is the place where you spend your nights, and evenings, and if you are really lucky your days? I LOVE to cook, and decorate, and entertain, AND pamper my family. I’m in a fun little euphoric element when I’m right there… in the middle of home-life.. You can read…
I don’t know a pretty way to say this, however, there was a time I dreaded to come home because an elderly individual began to encroach on our sacred place (our home) and our family became very insecure with his tactics and negative advances. I’m just gonna gulp and blurt out that our home wasn’t an emotional…
When you pull into your drive, or step off the elevator into your apartment hallway, or raise yourself up to the last step onto your porch, or wipe your feet from following a dusty path, or push open the beveled glass door of your spacious home, or unlock several security bolts, or pull back the…