…the more I value family and friends and life and the less concerned I am about surface stuff, …the more I appreciate old values, old friends, old remedies to ills–ills that are physical, […]
Dec 15, 2019
Christmas Lights and Quiet Thoughts
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Our family has the tradition of lighting Advent candles on the Sundays before Christmas, then reading Scripture. The soft glow of the candle is peaceful and silent but it reflects a powerful message of hope and love. I wish that our world would stop for a moment and absorb this quietness and peace. Doesn’t Scripture […]
Aug 1, 2019
What To Do with Endings
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This morning as I look out at a dark, damp world and the beginning of a new day, with another school year fast approaching, I think of beginnings. And, endings. July has ended, another summer is nearly gone and August is here–the month when schools start and teachers and children troop back to the classroom. […]
Jun 10, 2019
Manos Meanderings on a Monday Morning
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Good Monday morning, all you early bird coffee and tea drinkers. Did you read a cozy mystery over the weekend? Want to hear a confession? I’ve discovered a young adult writer and am devouring her books, one after the other. It was a long, long time ago that I was a young adult, so […]
Apr 4, 2019
Something About That Mysterious Morning
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The day began in a strange and mysterious way. Before daylight, thunder and rain moved in. A dark, damp world greeted the morning. The house lay still and silent, listening, waiting, wondering. A distant train whistle rose and fell, a mournful, ghostly sound. Inside the house, someone stirred. The coffee pot clicked and purred. Soon, the fragrance of the early morning […]
Feb 27, 2019
The Cold Comes Creeping
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The morning is dark and gray. A silent, shivery mist hovers among the trees, settling onto the ground, bringing back the cold of winter. I pour my first cup of Folgers and ask Nemo if he’d like a cup, but he declines. He will come and sit with me while I write, but he […]
