I’ve said it before, but I love how this season full of early darkness and cold winds brings a slower rhythm to our home. Like...

The world is dark, and light is precious. Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux For all of us, there are life seasons that feel bright and...

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)...

So many friends’ children begin school this week, and as we fumble our way into our own year, I admit I’m a little sad to...

It has rained for days now. A cold, relentless rain. I look toward our cactus still propped on our outdoor table, now hunched over like an...

1  |  2  |  3  |  4 The cooler weather is finally lingering here, luring me again to warmer tones and clothing. I’m pulling out...

I’m in the kitchen and can hear the tears. I follow their sounds and find Olive crumpled at the feet of the stairs, folded into...

Maybe it was the way last week’s muddled grey clouds hovered like dust over my soul or the unexpected chill that forced us back into...

It seems the end of September has already arrived — the time of year I begin dreaming of wool and blankets and fires and colored...