Remembering Mom’s Tomatoes; Starting Our Garden

I can picture her there – a sweater, a pair of worn-up jeans, soil all over her long fingers. Her shoulders are sloped over the garden benches as she drops hundreds of individual tomato seeds into seedling flats.  She sings while she works. Two springs before...

For The Days When The World Whips Us Round

When the going gets tough may I have faith that things are unfolding as they are meant to. May I remember that my life is what it is, not what I ask for. May I find the strength to bear it, the grace to accept it, the faith to embrace it. – Katrina Kenison  I...