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“The more things change, the more they remain the same.” Alphonse Karr, French novelist. The Danielson School, a one-room schoolhouse, wa...

I apologize for my lack of attention to you, dear blog. You see, I’ve been focused on so many other things that you have been neglected. ...

You will know them by their fruits . . . The world is full of narcissists. Narcissists use many tools to manipulate others. They gaslight...

The art of writing a good novel is not in telling the story, it is in the revisions. Stated more plainly, a story does not make a book we...

(I haven't posted in a while, and this post diverges from previous themes. I hope it inspires the reader.) Today, I burned ten years of ...

Today is Good Friday. Without being able to gather, Christians across the nation will be sharing communion via technology. It’s rather ox...

I knew we were in Michigan once we began seeing dead deer lining the road and lingering snow over dreary, brown grass. What a change from...

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could spend a few years, even a decade, living in the place of your dreams? Perhaps the places you’ve pi...

Proverbs 26:12 Do you see a man who is wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him. WHAM! It happened at one of th...

Hubby and I were seated in a cafeteria, minding our own business and about to dig into our lunch. We were the only ones at the table and...

I can tell myself to focus a million times a day, and still abandon an important task for the next shiny thing. This has a name—ADHD— an...

We were honored to be invited to eat Thanksgiving dinner with the family of a couple who live in the same condominium complex where we wi...

There was a recent discussion on Facebook about the challenges the elderly face, in particular loneliness. In this holiday season, it's ...

"Did you get your hour of outdoor exercise today?” My father sternly repeated this inquisition as he looked from one child to the next. ...

Dinner parties were integral to the culture of the post war baby boom era of the 1950s and 1960s. If a couple had social standing, it wa...

“Nothing good happens at night,” I said. Ron and I were watching the first minutes of an Amazon Prime series. As the scene progressed, ...

I’d guess most of us ask ourselves this question at least once a week, if not more frequently. My day goes something like this: roll ou...

To all things there is a season and a time . . . Ecclesiastes 3:1 It is September eighteenth. I am in a cabin in the Upper Peninsula, no...

A peaceful sky over the cottages

The water slurped against the side of the canoe making it rock ever so slightly. The sky overhead was impossibly blue, the air pure. I w...