It was on her face, that brave little mother bent over the keyboard just earlier today.  Beauty, I saw there, and peace resting on her visage. Son number two and

This is what I found in my laundry room just now.  It’s Little in his ultra-cool “DUDE” shirt and size 4T jeans, waiting on his most prized possession – his

God traces.  That’s what this Beautiful Project has been about.  For the restless, discontented, fearful, or unbelieving heart, this is the answer; this, the cure.  Finding Him… It happened late one night

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above and comes down from the Father of lights…”  That’s what a disciple of old once said, and today, my heart

Dear Mr. Cash, I’m writing this letter today for two reasons.  I really want to thank you, and I owe you an apology. First off, let me just say, Mr.

On Wednesday, Gabe and I went on a “‘benture (adventure).” While Mama spoke to the Kiwanis Club at the Essenhaus, he went to Aunt ‘Risa’s house, tiny tin Bob the

It’s writing day today.  Which means that once more, I packed my books and dreams in that burgundy backpack, grabbed my keys and phone, and headed south.  We drove in silence

I’ve always been a “words” girl.  Since at least age six when I began my love affair with newspapers, reporting the day’s news to my startled parents, I’ve been a

Speaking of white…that would be white as in snow.  Lots and lots of snow.  The kind that shouts, “Snow emergency!” and can get you a ticket if you try running

One of my favorite prayers that I offer up when making a decision or thinking of the future is this:  “Lord, open all the right doors and close all the wrong ones.”