Right up until the end of her life, Hazel was strong and sassy and full of the spark that comes from having lived through nine decades of a life stitched together with threads of sadness and joy. She had lost one son who was only two years old, and another daughter who was in her fifties. She also buried her husband and weathered numerous other storms…

See this house?…

Last Monday night, I launched myself into a veritable frenzy of cooking. Veggie. Two desserts.  Muffins.   But no main dish.…

Mornings at our house start at about 5 am for me, 5:15 am for Sarah and 6 am for Steve. As soon as Steve gets up, he pours coffee into his travel mug and leaves for the church to pray. (He and another guy meet there every weekday morning for about an hour.)…