I was at a women’s gathering where one of the ladies shared
her experience with a recent European vacation.
She and her husband cruised the Danube and took an extra week to visit
sights they had always wanted to see. It
was the trip of a lifetime.
Then, on the flight home, they were upgraded to first
While sipping champagne and reveling in the extra room, she shared with the group how her mind drifted briefly to the giant credit card bill waiting upon her return. Then she thought of the sights, the sounds and the encounters with ...
It’s easy to gloss over where we’ve been. Day after day we go about our activities and forget to notice the shifts and completions. When I reflect on the years that have passed, I can see
I once read in a magazine about a missionary in Africa who had been living in a village for quite a few years. Strong friendships had developed, but the time had come for him to leave.
The village held a farewell feast and many friends
I am the luckiest crocheter… EVER! What an experience!
This past summer, I volunteer-crocheted two panels, each ~14’ X 10’ (yes, feet) as part of a public art project for the Canal Convergence in Scottsdale, AZ. When I shipped them off with a sigh of relief in July, I never dreamed
In the local newspaper, I recently read about a local artist, Jennifer Davey, who uses her art to help process violence. It was her own brush with violence that brought urgency to the issue. In 1999,
As I was tidying up after dinner last night, I had to decide: Do I throw out the leftover chard cooking liquid, or drink it? It honestly didn’t take much deliberation to make short work of that delicious nutrient-rich beverage.
Had that chard come from the grocery store