I’ve just had one of the goldenest of golden days with my best girl friend. She’s here from Australia, whence she wandered when she married her true love almost ten years ago. Every time I go up to her former home—almost an hour outside of the city and set on a hill commanding views of…
After several busy weeks I’m sensing the need to pause and refresh the springs of inspiration a bit. Lest any of you fear that I’ve wandered off into some black hole in cyberspace, I’m only reading, journaling, trying to spend more time in the Word, discovering a new poet (which I’ll tell you all about)…
I was remarking to a friend the other day that what with preoccupation with another friend’s grief and sickness of my own, I’ve been moving through my days more slowly than normal. Almost deliberately. Unable to process the next task till I’m done with the task at hand. Refusing to let my tired mind be…
My best friend’s mother went to be with Jesus tonight. After a heroic battle with cancer she passed quietly from this world to the next, quite literally with her Lord’s praises on her lips. All I have been able to think since I received the news is that she is looking into the face of…
We saw Ballet Russes a few weeks ago; two of seven people in the audience. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a film so utterly devoid of appalling content was so under-attended. My sister tells me, however, that it was slated to run for two weeks in New York back in November and that…
An ordinary morning last week turned into a post for the Young Ladies Christian Fellowship…
‘There is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.’ Ralph Waldo Emerson I grew up in a busy, lively household. There was always someone coming and going, some project underway or some party planning afoot. But no matter how full the days were, the wheels of industry always ground…
I came across this precious poem in a search for Alice Van Leer Carrick the other day and I just had to share it. How well I remember what is was like to be quite small and to lie in bed at night imagining all the wonders just beyond my window… Why does the…
I still miss my dear Victoria magazine. I guess I think about it especially this time of year because the Valentine’s issue was always so delectable. And perhaps because the first one I ever picked up in the grocery store was February 1989. I could scarcely believe my eyes as I started flipping through, and…
Here’s a little post I wrote for YLCF: Hearts and Flowers
Here is a song I urge you to purchase as an mp3. (It’s only .99! And I don’t think it’s available on an album.) It’s one that Philip and I just love. Whenever it comes on, we both stop whatever we happen to be doing and just sit down and listen to it. If you…
Yesterday afternoon found me poking about in the attic in search of old family ephemera for an article I was writing. The day was wild and wet, and the wind shrieked deliciously about the eaves as I crouched under the one dim lamp, a pile of yellowed papers and photographs on my lap. As a…
Here is an exquisite little poem for a chilly night… The hearth we sit around is prayer, At desk and choir-stall: there The warmth of love bounds forth In stationary fire; Within the house of faith the north And night of self-retire Shut out the door, and hot desire Lights up the air, Runs through…
I first made the acquaintance of Alice Van Leer Carrick many years ago by way of a fat, red book of Christmas stories. Though delighted by most, I was completely enchanted with the one entitled simply Christmas in Our Town. In her treasured reminiscences of a New England holiday over eighty years ago I found…
I can’t WAIT to see this movie! Even the trailer brings tears to my eyes. My sister saw this documentary-style film in New York and wept all the way through it–she said that it made her want to paint ballerinas, which I think would be great considering her ballet background and her art career! She…
I simply cannot believe that my little sister is celebrating her first anniversary of marriage today! Sometimes it seems like we should still be playing with our dolls and having picnics by the creek… Here’s a little story that I wrote when she was on her honeymoon last year.
I wanted to show you a lovely present given to me by one of my dear girlfriends, and which has brightened my home through the holidays and beyond. Back in November she came up my front steps with a huge florist’s box all wrapped in craft paper and decorated with dried ferns. To my mystified…
My sister-in-law’s post on food writing so inspired me this morning that I thought I’d just sit down and tell you what I’m fixing for dinner tonight, as it’s one of my all-time favorite meals. This recipe is Comfort Food, pure and simple, which is what my hearth-loving soul craves in winter. I love to…
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