Author: Brenda

In life we do the best we can with what we have at the time, and I’m learning to give myself grace, allowing myself to not be what I …

Oh man, there was big drama going on at the post office this morning. I was waiting in the usual Monday morning line when the twenty-something guy in front …

I stand with bated breath as my siblings and I cluster around an old CD boombox I’ve scrounged out of the closet. What we’re about to hear lasts only …

As I walked in the cemetery yesterday (I love its peacefulness, park-like beauty, and paved roads) I decided that I was going to walk the whole outer perimeter first. …

Sometimes it’s easy to believe the illusion. The bench I’m sitting on is surrounded by a quaint, story-book town and in the distance a castle silhouettes the sky. Anything …

  I couldn’t resist getting my picture with the old, red outhouse (complete with moon door!) in spite of the potential copperheads. That picture currently sits on my dresser …

I’m sitting here at Starbucks writing about December while this week the sun has shone brightly and the highs have hit the seventies. Christmas Day the high is supposed …

I was talking with my friend Jan C. last night (since she accidentally dialed me and then had to talk to be nice) and she asked about my blog. I admitted that …