I recall shopping for shoes with my father when I was a young girl. In those days you actually sat down in a chair and an attendant came...

I’ve been following the pregnancy and labor of Kelly the sheep through the Ballerina Farm Instagram account (@ballerinafarm). What a...

The flu bug bit me, or something akin to it. I hate being sick – especially when it’s so bad that I’m unable to do anything else. It...

I had a wonderful dream about a mountain – a new year’s gift, perhaps. It was one of those special dreams – vivid and significant. I...

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As fog fills the early morning darkness, it seems as if I’m literally driving through the clouds. This misty fog feels different somehow....

A Snowstorm Although true northerners might laugh at our little cold sweep, it’s probably the closest south Texans will ever get to a...

Photo by Chei ki from Pexels It’s been dry, desolate. I look to the horizon, only to see more of the dreary monotonous gray of winter....

There’s something magnetic and transfixing about the blowing of the horns for the Feast of Trumpets. I’ve studied a little about the Jewish

As we mature and have a few lessons, we learn how to stay afloat, more easily travel the distance to our goal, and even enjoy it!