I can not fail to comment on the passing of JD Salinger, arguably one of the greatest writers of the past century. Like so many others, I have been greatly influenced by his writing, although for me it was the mysterious Glass family that first captured my imagination rather than his most famous work, The Catcher in the Rye. Read More...

These are the days of sweet perfection. The ones I will look back on longingly when I am old. It is a gray November afternoon. A candle burns softly, casting a warm glow. Outside it is cold and crisp, but not yet the bitter, oppressive  cold of January and February. My son sleeps contentedly in his swing and soon my house will be full of family since my parents are coming to visit and my husband is due home before too long. But for now I am sitting down for a moment of quiet with a cup of tea, reflecting on the morning when I held my baby boy and felt his soft little head against my cheek and the comfortable weight of him in my arms. These days, I am better at recognizing the supreme importance of these moments. Nothing else is as important as soaking them up. Nothing. Read More...

As many of you may know, C.S Lewis wrote a book titled Surprised by Joy. I’ve always loved the poetry of his title choice and those words have stuck with me over the years. I’ve thought about what they mean, but usually I can see joy coming. It’s the happy occasion I’ve looked forward to, the long awaited vacation, the gorgeous day the weatherman predicted. I don’t know that I truly understood the depth of these words until now. Read More...