Every home has its own rhythm, marches to the beat of its own drum. With different callings and wildly different children what works to bring …
A Peaceful Home

Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she smiles at the future.
Every home has its own rhythm, marches to the beat of its own drum. With different callings and wildly different children what works to bring …
The wisest of women BUILDS her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down. Proverbs 14:1 I have vivid memories of my dad …
I grew up singing. Nerves and microphones were as common as the sunrise for the vast majority of my life. In music a refrain is …
These days you can find me surrounded by children. My hands still happily tethered to the man who gave us all the last name of …
Parties and decorating and lounging about the tree. Twinkling lights everywhere, unseasonably warm weather, shows here and there, presents to buy. We can fill …
The waitress came and took our order. We sipped on large glasses of clean water and glanced intermittently at the football game plastered across big …
Autumn days pour beauty. The sound of birds finishing their song before turning south, the touch of coolness in the breeze, the slow change …