The Morning After Thanksgiving

  My growling stomach woke me up this morning around 4:30 am.  I am normally not a big breakfast eater, but my belly taunted me relentlessly as I squeezed my insomniac’s eyes shut, praying for just a little bit more sleep. But, suddenly, I opened my eyes, giddy, and buoyantly thankful.  Today is the day…

Our Multicultural Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday began with bursts of sunshine popping into our bedroom windows early in the morning.  Birds chirped all around our house, and the Azaleas looked fresher than they had the day before. It was the beginning of a day of Christian renewal and affirmation of life, and of nature’s renewal, with the shrubs fluttering…

Our Nearly Naked Christmas Tree

This poor Christmas tree has stood in our sunroom for over 10 days, just waiting for my attention.  I look at it everyday as I dash in and out of the house in between errands and tell myself, “yes, yes, I will get to hanging up the ornaments”.  Later. On the Sunday before Thanksgiving, my…