Like many of you, I have a great love for butterflies. These winged wisps of artwork, delicate as they are, flutter from blossom to blossom, from country to country. Who could ever imagine they once crawled about the earth and miraculously transformed into an expression of beauty for our unending pleasure! So you can understand how…
Book Giveaway: Comment and/or like this page, Facebook site or email and your name will be entered for a drawing October 13. Two copies of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miraculous Messages from Heaven will be given away. My story “Ears to Hear” is in it. It can be found in stores October15. The artwork…
Literature should please even as it instructs, instruct even as it entertains. Roman Poet Horace Book Giveaway–Win a copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Wives found in bookstores September 10, 2013. Even if you’re not a wife, it will make a great gift. My devotional “We Always Have Spring” is included…
“Tricycle me, Pop! Tricycle me!” three-year old Elizabeth hollered while sitting on her red trike in the driveway. E’s little legs didn’t have the strength to push the pedals. But Pop had plenty of strength, guiding her with the gentle push she needed to keep her rolling. Bill (Pop) mentioned later, “Children amaze me how…
When my daughter Ari sent a text-photo of an Easter basket filled with Reese’s chocolate covered peanut butter eggs, I almost salivated in public. Now consumed with thoughts of those chocolate-peanut butter morsels, I automatically added them to my grocery list and couldn’t get to Wal-mart fast enough. I soon figured if I was going…
“He’s just a suit,” I said, attempting to pigeonhole an acquaintance. It seemed original at the time. Of course, that was twenty years ago. Now it’s a common expression, used so often there’s a TV series called “Suits” now successfully ending its second season. At one time, being called a “suit” was not meant to…
“It’s all about introspection.” Einstein the Cat
Stand firm and you will win life. Luke 21:19 I was never an athlete. I think it takes physical strength laced with aggression (or assertiveness), of which I have neither.…
“She’s allergic to what?” I stared down at my two-year-old daughter. The swelling red bumps in corn rows spotted down her tiny back. “So what can she eat?” Dr. Gordon was a staunch and strict allergist, who in her mid-seventies presided with totalitarian rule. However, she was the best, and I needed the best for…
The Art of Lovely Living: 