Journey to Simplicity

4 dogs. 2 houses. 4 cars. 2 sewing machines. Births of 3 grandchildren. 1 son's wedding. Death of my mother, 1 cousin, an aunt and uncle...

It was a very hot day in Memphis, and my sister Joy and I had a most unpleasant, sticky task...cleaning out our mom's attic.  In the ...

Time for my second in a series of posts about aging, and as they say, “Enough about me.”   Let’s talk about my husband! My husban...

The idea of aging has always fascinated me.  A few months ago I accompanied my husband Ed to a medical appointment, and while he was gett...

I’m in a quandary.  At almost 62 years old, that is not the most comfortable place to be.  I’ve recently finished a biography of Paul ...

When my husband, Ed, was in seminary, he came home one day with something funny to relate.  In his counseling class, the professor stress...

What time is it?  If I turn my head I can just see the clock.  5 a.m.!  Oh my goodness, I have got to get back to sleep so I can work t...

The year was 1996, and we were just about to move from middle Tennessee to Maine.  Packing was done, goodbyes had been tearfully exch...

When I was diagnosed with depression last winter, I found a 7-step program to overcome it.  One of the steps was to get out and commune ...

Daddy, I can’t believe it’s been 35 years we have lived without you.  It seems just like yesterday I got the phone call from Mama on ...

We recently had the chance to watch our granddaughter, Caroline, tie for sixth in the Maine State Spelling Bee.  It was an exciting exper...