This morning I found myself hankering after breakfast a la Iveta. A platter of farm fresh eggs, layers of sliced meats and cheeses, juicy, ...

We were sitting next to each other, riveted to the screen. The images before us bore the aged look of 60s film, telling a story so incredibl...

Never had I been so thankful for a Monday morning pile of laundry. Drew and Maggie had just pulled away, waving their farewells after a week...

On Friday if you had asked me to share a special memory associated with Psalm 23, I would have shared about little Drew, who h...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Dear Friends and Family! In lieu of a traditional letter (alas for my sentimental heart!), I brin...