I Am My Mother’s Daughter

I hear laughter as I step onto the porch. Young voices ring out tonight, mingled with those of my friends, daughters home from school, daughters joining mothers in this monthly tradition of coming together to create something with our hands. And with our hearts. Slender young arms wrap me in hugs before I can put …

Saturday in the Valley

It’s rainy and cold this morning, but the grass is turning green here in our valley. Daffodils are blooming along the creek bank and the field down the road has been disked. Soon, seed will be pressed into the furrows and the growing season will begin again. Thank the Lord Indiana winters turn into Indiana springtime, making …

When You Look Into Their Hearts

Come Friday, our nest will be a little emptier. Son Number Three will throw a few boxes and bags into his Jeep and head south, an eight-hour drive to Nashville — the “country music” Nashville. Son Number Two waits for him there, along with freedom, challenges, new friends, a new job and untold new experiences. …