With Great Joy

I love this season. My Ella, a kindred spirit of mine in all things, including her mutual love of this season, told me recently tha...

I never meant to stop blogging.  I've always been fond of this quiet little space here.  Over the years it's become a file cabine...

Imagine with me, if you will, a woman with rich brown skin and tight black curls, aged and graying, narrating the story of her people to you...

I distinctly remember being a girl fresh out of school for the summer and being able to spend my time any way I wanted .  What I wanted wa...

Hello, dear friends. I hope you are all well.  (Today it seems I have time to put up a blog post!) We finished school over a month ago. ...

Over dinner tonight, Isaac (13), asked us all, " If you could choose your favorite thing to eat for each meal of the day, what would yo...

A black box adorns our table during this season of Lent.  On the side of the box is this verse from Isaiah:   He was pierced for our trans...