Making It Mine

When I dream of who I want to be as a grown up (and do we ever ever realize we ARE a grownup?) there is always an essential joy for me….I want to be a great hostess. One who makes people love being in her home, who is thoughtful and wise enough to know what…

Will it be through leaving thy lady many piles of dirty laundry for nine days so she knows she’s needed? Will it be through the knowledge that the kitchen will never be the same after nine days of thy lady’s absence? Will it be that the mail man missed thy lady’s visits and left you…

The weekend was a continuing swirl in the week that was lived last week. I left Northwest Arkansas and drove down the mountain and to the deep pine forests where my family’s roots are well established in the history of that which is us. Its a reflective drive for me each time, this time from…