Safe to Trust

I love the color red. To know me is to know this about me. In fact, no color makes me happier . I once put on my Christmas list “anything re...

I first discovered the art of Thomas Cole in 1994.  I had homeschooled my oldest daughter Bethany for a few years by then, using the ed...

When I was a young girl, I heard the family story of how my paternal grandmother became an American citizen.  She had come to the United St...

I was reading my morning devotions.  The outside world was decorated by a layer of snow that had fallen in the night, and the birds were at...

I was in the library last night, picking up a book I had requested from another library.  It's a children's book on mushrooms, ...

I woke this morning with words tumbling around in my head. I don't use the word cacophony on a regular basis, but this is where that w...

I've noticed that I write the season as Autumn; I say it as Fall. No matter what I call it, I know that each day, in my part of the wo...