On Life & Laughter

What do you do when life’s been a little sideways? Sometimes I paint my nails. Because: painting, and colors, and a quiet moment to make...

We grandparents tend to develop a mooshy new heart chamber when it comes to our grands. Love pours in. Love pours out. In most cases, un...

I stumbled upon these half-written reflections that began on Mother's Day. My life is littered with unfinished projects, so in a rare bu...

It had already been an emotional morning -- revisiting another grief, decades old. But isn't that the way of grief? Sneaking into ordin...

When your daughter lives some two thousand miles away in the lovely state of Arkansas, it's quite a bonus to get to spend a holiday tog...

She stands with cute, cropped hair, eyes sparkling, delicate ear-bangles dangling, face framed by deep magenta scarf...and while I'm sh...

Phone is buzzing...somewhere. Next to me? Reaching for it, half groggy, thinking, "Is she ok? Are they ok?" As quiet voice from...

While reading  Ann Voskamp's blog  the other day a passage jumped out at me,     "And I read truth at the table: “…. and who...