I knew this day would come. The day that we stripped our walls bare. Our home is just a house now. Ready and quiet and waiting for its next occupants. And, unfortunately, our buyer backed out, so I don't know who will hang art next on the big vaulted walls by the front window or... Continue Reading →
Four ways to create everyday magic for your children {the gift of innocence}
I was once told by a college English professor that my writing "soared on the heights of fancy." I treasured that as a compliment and had no way of knowing how fiercely the next decade or so would attempt to steal the joy of whimsy. My girlish heart then longed for fairy-tale endings complete with... Continue Reading →