Thanksgiving

a week of thanks

a week of thanks

This year as I contemplated my posts for the week of Thanksgiving, I felt a distinct leading to do something different. There are so many things to be thankful for. I have lists that number over a thousand of tastes of beauty and God-moments in everyday. But for this time in my life, I felt the Lord…

When Women Cry

When Women Cry

I grew up with three brothers. No sisters. I was a girl, no doubt, but I was a tough kid. Cowboys and Indians, dirt piles and tree climbing, pigtails and pink ribbons. I cried when I was angry or bleeding. I was thirteen when I found out about women and tears. My first ladies meeting….

the real thing

the real thing

He gets these crazy ideas sometimes. Walking into my kitchen with that look in his eye. “New York Pizzeria.” He says. “I’ve had a hankering all day.” I glance at the clock. Milking time. Right now. It would be crazy. But I shrug. After tomorrow I will frown on such thoughts (since I will be…

of knots

of knots

It was going to be a scarf. That was the plan. Sometimes plans get changed. He walked in the room, that strong wonderful husband of mine, looked at the red yarn dangling from my hands, and said, “You’re making me an afghan?” Two seconds of silence beat through the room. My gaze focused on his…

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