Saturday morning. Skies are clear. An hour after awakening, my husband shows me the two tall pines we lost in the night. One lays toppled...

I am blessed to know a woman with the attitude of gratitude. Her name is Mary Kathryn Marcom. She lives north of San Francisco where...

I’ve written two blogs this week. Actually, I’ve been trying to not write this one. But it kept tugging at me like a little kid, wanting...

I am sick. It changes the routine of everyone. Grandboys upstairs with games, husband rests on the sofa, grandgirl naps in a bedroom, me...

All I know to do is wait. Wait, pray, ask for help, and hold these feelings. I messed up on the computer. It means my pictures,...

I live in the Ozarks of Arkansas, but my thoughts and prayers have been in Montana and Florida this week. Before that, they were in Texas...

I have been intoxicated all summer by wonder-winged butterflies. They bring me so much happiness. What grabs me first is how gorgeous...

More than the garden phlox growing rotund heads, more than the display of bright red canna tongues shoving their way upward toward sky,...

Yesterday was a day of possibilities. Pillowy clouds against a blue sky. Then a storm shoved its way through, snapping arms off maples,...