It’s hard to believe that Memorial Day weekend has come and gone and we are diving headlong into summer. I always love the ceremony of Memorial Day, and its remembrance of those men and women who have died in military service to our country. I think patriotic holidays bring out the best in u…

One of the positives about social media is being able to celebrate family and friends as they mark significant moments in their lives, and cry along with them as they bid farewell to loved ones. May is one of the most glorious months to scroll through your feed – mine has been bursting with …

Commuting to and from work gives one an opportunity to observe the everyday comings and goings of people along the way. On those mornings when I’m inundated with texts (and I don’t want to run afoul of the hands-free law), I will sometimes pull into a parking lot and respond, check out my em…

There are times when some time outdoors in the fresh air is just what the doctor ordered. There’s never a bad time to get away and revel in the beauty of nature and the wonder of God’s handiwork in all of it. We’re fortunate to live in Georgia, which has it all – marshes, mountains, whitewat…

It seems the term “Sunday best” was coined just for Easter. Everything is just a little bit fancier – our attire, the music, even the food – on Easter Sunday. In fact, spring always feels a little more fresh, a tad finer and maybe even a little bit flamboyant, as all the seasonal shades make…

I have problems with picking a favorite season. Summer and winter are both great, but in my world, spring and fall are tied for first place. I love spring because of the new birth – both symbolically and in real time – that surrounds us, the lengthening of days, the pleasant temperatures, ba…

As any transplant from points north will tell you, it’s perfectly normal to be digging out from several inches (or feet!) of snow well into March and April. Instead, we are digging – and sneezing – our way out from inches (feet?) of thick yellow pollen. Like the snowfall, which eventually me…

I’ve always loved having old things around me. When I was growing up, things that had been in the family were used, not revered. My fondness for antiques and vintage items hasn’t waned. I am surrounded by things – my maternal grandmother’s Chinese porcelain, English transfer ware and silver,…