Friday, November 1, 2024

It strikes me as a bit humorous that everything old has become new again in many segments of our society.

There are few things in life more difficult than saying that final goodbye. When my father-in-law passed away unexpectedly in 1997, my husband said the suddenness of his passing was difficult to grasp, and yet a blessing in its quickness.

Every time I hear those opening lyrics, "the hills are alive with the sound of music" I feel compelled to stop what I am doing and sing along.

Tell the truth. Especially to yourself. This brief directive came to me by way of a gift from a co-worker, a book titled Lists to Live By.

Going through the motions of holiday decorating has felt very much like a grand finale to me as I prepare to pack up the contents of this home.

As Christmas nears, I have had the great joy of looking at this season through the eyes of a Southern friend.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be famous? Just the other day, I was working at my coffee house job.

Time flies, as we know all too well. What I am realizing more and more is that there are interesting ways in which the passing of time is noticed and measured.

A wonderful little boy told me the other day, "It doesn't have to be Thanksgiving Day to say what you are thankful for.

Sometimes, in the midst of living life, we forget the importance of fun and games in the big scheme of things.