Living, loving, crafting, running, writing, conserving, and lots of giggling. Well, the robins are back. Some of the first blooms to show up around our new house.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. It came down to a si.

Saturday, August 01, 2015. A friend found words that express my heart so well on this whole issue. Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland, and so many others. But unless we do far more, there will be far more names to remember. Racism and hatred- especially the institutionalized sorts- have to go, and soon. I waited, on the stairs inside my house, with my phone. For the verdict to go down.

So where are my blogs? December 5, 2011. This is a test and only a test. Had this been a real blog. So where are my blogs? .

Vignettes from my life, random thoughts, etc. Eddie felt like nobody really loved him except for what he could do. Eddie could make the numbers dance. Not just the taxes, or the books, or the warehouses, or the boxes, or the contents in the boxes, or the routes, or the credits, or the debits, or the interest, or the payroll, or the benefits, or the payoffs, or the kickbacks. The numbers! Eddie felt like no one understood. Perhaps someone understood too well.

Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished. Wednesday, November 6, 2013. The Sweet Smell of Hope. Today I received a phone call from my dear friend, Wendy, who lives in another state. Every act of service to others is a significant - even if all we can offer is to help them get the smoke smell out. We all need a little sweet-smelling hope from time to time.