I’ve heard the women talk about a walk they take in the mornings up here in God’s country. I have…
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True Personality & Happy Birthday…
When I was young kindly folk told me I looked like my father. No little girl, no matter how much…
The Sweet Smells of Nature…
Behind our flat is a forest preserve that offers some familiar scents made more pungent by the deluge of rain…
Nature’s Spun Sugar…
After a steady rain all night mornings are invariably damp and sometimes misty. They hold secrets. Walking back home towards…
Some Thoughts On Prayer…
When my prayers are answered, When life seems to be falling into place without much help from me, When the…
God is Knitting…
Twenty some odd years ago I bought a painting from a young girl, the daughter of one of my Corporate…
Peace Among Glass at the Arboretum…
In contrast to my State Fair visit I joined a friend for a quiet morning at the Dallas Arboretum where…