Happiest of Holidays

It’s pouring buckets on the farm today, and right now Mosey and Meander are settled on the couch by me . . . a blanket draped over them. Philip is still asleep, and I have already answered all the emails that must be tended. It’s a perfect, quiet, restful...

The Dust of Glory

This morning, I’m writing about grief and the holidays over at Shawn Smucker’s blog as part of his Advent Letters to Those We’ve Lost series.  Dear Mama, This morning, I found out that we are, yet again, not pregnant. . . and all I want to do is turn...