Is there anything more wonderful than a surprise piece of mail?

Each year, as we move into All Saints’ Day and then All Souls’ Day, Georgie is there.

We had a Halloween party at work this week, which felt like another victory over the pandemic. Office parties were one of the things I really missed while working from home.

As we were sitting on the floor on Halloween night swapping Milky Ways for Milk Duds, there would be a knock at the door, and the Bean Bear would walk in.

Even when I think I’m lacking something, I have exactly what I need.

Soap can be scary, fun, or both.

Nieces are phenomenal, and seventh birthdays are so special.

You’re never too old to dress up for Halloween, and you’re never too old to consider how God might be asking you to change.

Halloween is creeping closer, and I find myself realizing that our trick-or-treating days are over.

Each year, the anniversary of my brother-in-law Eric’s death hits me a little differently.