Some of my favorite dates with Mark have been fairly simple ones at home. In the years when our children were really young or our...

The girls received beautiful play scarves from Shovava last week, and the timing could not have been better as it has rained almost every day of the...

In the South, we really have two seasons: hot and cold. Since our family has always lived in an older home with small (and shared)...

“This is not our home,” Mark told the kids, pointing to the house we’d lived in the last seven years — the only house they...

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.  ― Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Ode We snuggled up in my bed for an afternoon nap last...

swing | paper cranes| chalkboard wall | water colors As I mentioned a few weeks ago, we sold our home. What I didn’t mention is we...

I’m thrilled (and honored and any other exciting adjective) to announce my invitation to collaborate on this beautiful project, Spilled Milk.  “Spilled Milk is a...

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. ― Rainer Maria Rilke Spring has arrived here, wrapping us with...

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness....

. . . Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I...