When we hear the word “creative” most people automatically think of the arts—musicians, painters, writers, sculptors, etc. We have all heard those who say, “I’m not creative” because they don’t feel that they have the skills or ability to create beautiful works of art or write music for symphonies or have voices capable of winning singing contests. But the reality is that if we can imagine new things, processes, systems, constructs, solutions or ideas that do not currently exist, we are..
Like so many other people, fall is my favorite season. I love the special warmth of the sun as it penetrates my skin. I marvel at the emerging colors that surround me in..
I recently heard someone celebrating the millions of times people have used the designation of #blessing or #blessed on social media. The conclusion they were making is..
Every home should have a “Harvest Room”: A sanctuary of lives lived and love shared: a hallowed space where God resides and time flows freely and memories are made of..
My all-time favorite Christmas hymn is “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” and the poem by Phillips Brooks. I stood in awe and delight when I spotted his statue in Copley..
When I was growing up, my mom always made a fuss over my dad when he came home from work on a pay day. My dad was very proud to be working full time and was vigorous..
Some of my fondest childhood memories are of my grandmother and my mother, sitting at the piano, playing and singing their favorite hymns. For my grandmother it was “How..
O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
The most profound blessings we will ever know meet us in the place of our deepest loss and inspire us to choose to live again. Jan Richardson, Circle of Grace: A Book of..
I spent some time with my sister, our mom, and her two cousins recently. We went to visit the town that was home to multiple generations of my mothers’ extended family...
