It’s been nearly a year since we moved my elderly parents into a nearby Assisted Living facility. After sorting through sixty-eight years of living – slipping precious memories into the hands of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and auctioning off whatever remained – they set up housekeeping in a tiny 450…
Read moreWhen I was a little girl, I was afraid of the dark. We lived in an apartment on the first floor of what had formerly been a large single-family home. The back door opened into a small mud room. From there, you stepped into a large kitchen and then into…
Read moreThe Bible gives us only one glimpse into the life of Jesus as a boy. It’s a familiar story. The twelve year old Jesus had gone, as was the custom, to Jerusalem with His family for the Passover festival. On the return journey neither His mother or father were aware…
Read moreMy exercise of choice, after years of trying lots of other things, is walking. We live in a quiet sub-division, and it is a joy to walk around our neighborhood. However, when the calendar page flips to May I begin to number the days it will be comfortable to walk…
Read moreI come from, if not a long line, then an impressive line of electricians. My Dad was an electrician, and my husband is as well. I have seen them both work and marveled at the technical skill it takes to bring power into a home or business. I marveled, yet…
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