“I have your back, Grandma” “Yes, you have tact. Always have - ever since you were a little boy.” “Grandma, listen, I’ll take care of you.” “You? What can you do? Oh, goodness, no Jason. I’m fine and can manage quite nicely. Did I tell you I went strawberry picking last weekend?” “Yes you did,... Continue Reading →
'The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in... Continue Reading →
I’m curled up cozily in my large russet leather chair by the lit Christmas tree, sipping my wine and nibbling on freshly baked gingerbread cookies. I listen to the “The Prayer” in the background as the peace of Christmas glides gently around the room and into my heart. I pray you'll be our eyes,... Continue Reading →
My mother always baked gingerbread cookies for Christmas. It was her thing. Even after I started baking my own, using her recipe, she’d mail me a small box of hers. “It’s what mother’s do,” she said. Last year she was ill, weary and getting weaker by the day. My father was beside himself with worry.... Continue Reading →
Eloquently Kate 