“Would you rather be a gramma or a normal person?” my favorite four-year-old in Spain asked me.  Well, of course, I don’t want to be normal! -           -           -           -           -           -           -           -           -            Last Sunday was Mother’s Day, and I woke up thinking how continually grateful I am for my good mother.   And I can’t thank God enough for the huge … Continue reading Today →

It is Easter Sunday. Jake and I are in Granada, Spain, and we had a private sunrise service, sitting on our bed looking out our apartment balcony doors towards the east.  We read the Gospel accounts of Jesus’ resurrection and we sang ‘Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.’ It is true. -           -           -           -           -           -           -           -           -           - This is a … Continue reading Believe →

It was a beautiful anniversary day!  Jake and I rode our bikes along a road to find “Bridal Veil Falls” in the Dupont State Forest. Even though the hills and loose gravel were a bit unnerving for me (my old lady osteoporosis makes me a fall risk), I was so happy to be out there.  … Continue reading A Day in Dupont →

Ukrainian eggs -- called 'Pysanky' -- are exquisite.  Some years ago while visiting Daughter #1 in Vancouver I learned how to make them. I proudly displayed my one beautiful egg in my china cupboard . . . until it was accidentally dropped by some little hands.  I was sad, but this past Christmas, the mother … Continue reading Ashes and Eggs →