The Start of Fall [and feeling like Meg Ryan]

Fall. It's a thing for me. A happy, gleeful, joy-filled thing that reminds me of childhood pumpkin patches and Junior High dances. Mother's delectable apple cake and Mondays in college when I'd bake fresh, pumpkin muffins. Fall brings bonfire weather and cozy cardigans and memories of evenings spent playing the piano beside a flickering fire. …

Magic in the Ordinary

From my perch on Momma’s bed, I can see the outside bush beginning to blossom. The small, pink buds collect raindrops, and I feel sorry for it almost. It will undoubtedly freeze once more before Spring truly greets us. All is still in the house, and I am reminded of those slow, still, sleepy mornings …