Life gets the last word
Each time I pass the rock garden on the corner it’s a little more alive, orange now highlighting the patches of mauve, sunny yellow and fuchsia. The baby pink cherry…
Each time I pass the rock garden on the corner it’s a little more alive, orange now highlighting the patches of mauve, sunny yellow and fuchsia. The baby pink cherry…
I smile as I pass the new sign below my neighbor’s mail slot: “Please no junk mail. (I love you.)” I smile because there, in gold and turquoise, is a…
We’re a week and a half into Lent and I’m curious. What do you find the hardest about Lent? What do you love the most about it? One of the…