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I’m trying to take time to marvel at the colors of this season this fall.

Today, I’m not feeling grateful for grief. But I am grateful for Eric. And I’m grateful for the good memories that come rushing back when I think of him.

Five years ago, when my sister and brother-in-law were expecting twin boys, I was rooting for them to come on my husband’s birthday. I loved the idea of them all being birthday buddies. As it turned out, our nephews were born the day after my husband’s birthday. God’s plan is always better than mine, and […]

St. Therese would nudge us to take on the little actions of daily life and see the value and the holiness in that service.

We just got rid of our old hamper. It was just a hamper.

The other day, I went to the store to make a very practical, necessary purchase, and on my way to the register, I saw a mini waffle maker.

When I was growing up, my family had steamed crabs very rarely—usually when out-of-town relatives were visiting. My husband spent more time near the water, so he had them more often.

As I sat there watching them play in the water, I could almost feel the last bit of that sweet summer freedom slipping away. This was likely our last pool day of the season. The busyness of autumn is looming large.