summer dawn

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” ―Maud Hart Lovelace I hope the start of summer never gets old. Like the sound of those first crickets outside your window as you fall asleep under only a sheet, or the way the wind sticks … More summer dawn

stockbridge to Boston

April 17, 2017 “If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day.” Sometimes we are inspired by total strangers. Sometimes we see people, or experience events, that make … More stockbridge to Boston

little bits of faith

2.25.17 “His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!” Matthew 25:21 Right now in church we are studying Jesus’ parables, which are the same stories the kids are studying in Sunday … More little bits of faith

cajun cornbread

“I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.” ~Erma Bombeck  Sometimes you are compelled do something against your better judgement. Like eating two pieces of pie, or wearing shorts in January, or biting off more than you can chew (literally and figuratively.) Sometimes those decisions end harmlessly enough, and sometimes they end … More cajun cornbread

Christmas in Carolina

“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.” ~Laura Ingells Wilder Maybe it’s the flotilla: 20,000 people all crowded along the waterway, mostly freezing, all to catch a glimpse of 20 boats decked out in … More Christmas in Carolina

falling hard

“Easy days will come, when you rest your heavy soul. Easy days will come, when your hard living is done.” – Elle King, “Kocaine Karolina” There’s something about the briny, wet smell that wafts through the wind down here; rises up from the marsh mud that’s still a little bit warmer than the air. It … More falling hard