It is early December, and the rain has settled in. The skies are gray and memories of Christmas past easily slide into my thoughts. They...

I need to make sure I take out the butter to soften. The little butter dish, a gift from my daughter, Elizabeth, needs to be filled...

It seems I have found my way back to church. I go at the end of the day, in the early evening, a time when day is done, and I have the...

The nighttime slowly changed to daytime as the hooting owl left the maple tree, and the morning birds snatched the quiet early morning...