I sent my husband an email titled, “HALLELUJAH!”

When I baked this week, I decided to try to make a few muffins that were just the tops.

Mary, too, wants to be less of a guest in our lives and more of a mother to each of us.

I’m so grateful to have the photo our son captured of this wonderful priest’s warm smile.

It stands so tall and regal overhead,
As if it’s watching people walk below.
Some pass without a glance, some turn their head,
What seeds are sown we may not ever know.

As we are nearing the end of our prayer basket intentions, I’ve been thinking that what I’ve realized is how often people need prayers and we just don’t know.

How was your Easter? I keep reminding my family that it’s still the Easter season, but I think sometimes it’s hard to sustain the joy for the whole 50 days! Still, it’s not hard to keep the poetic juices flowing for National Poetry Month, since that’s only 30. So, here we go! ~1~ Some artists […]

It was 18 feet deep, and that boat was quite trapped,
Through pushing and pulling, in the silt it stayed wrapped.

The trees are pink and white and green
All wearing spring’s fantastic sheen.

We are reminded to look at the people who are hurting or struggling in front of us and consider what part we might play in easing their pain.