“Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.” -J.K. Rowling Adventure in our house can be a giant tent built out of sheets that consumes the living room while my children chase their imaginations down unknown roads. ...
Our first daffodil adventure was my mother’s idea. Daffodil’s are her favorite flower and an early herald of spring. The hunt for the happy yellow blossoms can be as simple or elaborate as you can imagine. In previous years, we’ve ...
Robert Farrar Campon, Episcopal priest, host, writer, and food theologian, believed hospitality began with thoughtful, generosity. “If you can possibly do so, contrive to make even a part of anything come to the table twice.” He draws our attention to ...
It was such a gift to learn how to make this spinach & peanut stew years ago when I first married my husband who is from Chad, Africa. Over the shoulder of my sister-in-law, I learned the basic foundation for ...
“The secret to a wonderful dinner is comfortable seating” -Sarah J. Herman Bold advice coming from an executive chef. Sarah’s Sunday dinners, her families consistent collaboration and care for their guests shaped my understanding of hospitality. The best hosts understand ...
“God’s idea was to make PEOPLE. . . lots of people. . . lots of different people. . . who would all enjoy loving him and all enjoy loving each other. They would all be made in his image. They ...
A Writer’s Perspective on Acedia and the Spiritual Gift of Solitude. Originally published in Fathom Magazine Acedia: “A state of restlessness and inability either to work or to pray” I have a love hate relationship with writing. It’s a creative passion ...
“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.” -Harriet Tubman. The Cedar Valley Day Dreams series written by Judy ...
The Gracious Garbage Man and the Golden Door You patrol my neighborhood like the carved figurehead of old. Balanced in reverse on your viridescent vessel. Breaking your pose only long enough to gather the yesterdays refuse and rubbish. Clothed in ...
My heart’s been poured into a lime green composition book this year. On the page, my morning laments morph into simple requests giving them life with pen and ink. Their stark presence on the page invite Christ in, begs for ...
