Fertile Ground

Fertile Ground

Right before Thanksgiving, Mama told me she had loved my grandmother well. Not merely a lot, but well. “I cried at her funeral, but I didn’t break down,” she said. “I knew I had done everything I could for her while she was alive.” Now, I know how much she misses my...
Feast in Famine

Feast in Famine

I don’t know about you, but food shortages and rising grocery prices make my heart and pocketbook quake. Oh, the joys of feeding a family of nine plus one! What a blessing that my four-legged baby doesn’t eat much. When loaves of bread started disappearing from...
Busy Bees

Busy Bees

If we’re connected on Instagram, you might have seen the video of a bee I posted last week. Hubby and I had moved our inside life to the outside, and I called myself working. Really, I was just holding my laptop because my mind was on everything but work. Distracted...
Bringing Up Baby

Bringing Up Baby

When Songbird came along, Crusader didn’t suddenly start wearing suits and cooking his own breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nope. He kept doing his baby thing, becoming what my Grandma Vi used to call my “knee baby,” basically moving from my arms to my lap so I could...
Spotting God

Spotting God

Maven’s gymnastics coach taught her about the power of spotting. By training her eyes on a specific point as she rotated, she’d maintain her balance. Great advice. Lately, I’ve been taking my eyes off my focal point. When I see all these messages and images about A...

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