As a kid, I spent most summers anticipating the week I would spend at summer camp. Those five or six days that would be filled with exploring the wilderness, meeting new friends, and often reconnecting with old ones. Many of my fondest memories are not of the activities themselves but of the people who made them meaningful.
The basketball hoop was bolted above our garage doors. It wasn’t exactly straight but it was the only one on our street. I also had the only basketball.
A few summers ago, my husband John and I made some changes in how we cared for our yard. It started when I saw an advertisement for an organic lawn care program that did..
As the anticipation for the warmth of summer's embrace builds, we find ourselves drawn irresistibly into the nostalgic embrace of cherished memories from seasons past...
I learned about Memorial Day when I was very young. It was always a part of our family as my mother’s brother—Uncle George as we referred to him—died while serving in..
Death and grief are both natural parts of life itself. We want to control them and postpone them and avoid them altogether. And yet, after being birthed into life, death..
I must admit, I have always been impatient for what comes next. What’s the next chapter? What’s the next new new thing? And more to the topic, what happens next to our..
Growing up loving science fiction in the 90s meant that I was drawn to Star Trek: The Next Generation. As soon as that iconic introduction music began and the camera..
