- Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his wood...

Many women look to Titus 2:3-5 as a model for the testimony of our lives: The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh hol...

A couple of days ago I mentioned a craft project Dale and I did together. As promised, here it is, a snowglobe in jar: *Complete, simplified...

Weather report from the buffalo range: Cold. Very cold. And semi-icy. I spent a good chunk of time this afternoon re-arranging my living r...

Some people talk to themselves. I talk to my blog. Seriously... I find myself randomly narrating my life, with an imaginary blog audience. I...

Do you ever stop to think how much stuff is out there to be learned? How many things we don't know? And don't even know we don'...

Oh my goodness. I just-this-very-moment read Jennifer 's comment about chicken spaghetti on my potpourri post and had to right-this-ve...