FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerToday, I’m gonna pass along a little tidbit (well, a kinda big one, actually) that’s been bringin’ me a whole lotta peace and rest. It came from Mr. Schrock once

Though it happened years ago, I remember it still. There in that century home with its high, towering ceilings and wooden stairs that creaked, it had been Armageddon. A knock-down,

I slide open the drawer and reach for the card. I carry it to the counter, then bend low to pull out the mixer. I collect eggs. Milk. Butter. Yeast.