A favorite family memory of ours (besides the sock story) that gets retold over and over happened on a Sunday late in spring when Mom
“I’m not doing the dishes. It’s not my turn!” Sean’s voice was louder than he intended, but he was serious. “Dad said you were supposed
Time is one thing that keeps moving despite natural disasters, economic hardships, or simply wishing it to slow down. It is unstoppable. The seconds, minutes,
My husband and I are downsizing. In fact, we are getting rid of EVERYTHING. We are finally realizing our two-year plan to start living in
I’ve been spending a lot of time with dead ancestors lately–all of those relatives who have passed a long, long time ago, but still have
Annie Patterson, adorned with knit hat, work gloves, winter coat, and garden rake, walked from the back of the house to her sprawling front lawn.