Abide. It’s an old-fashioned word, not one we use regularly. “How are you abiding today?” “Come abide with me awhile.” Haven’t said that lately. In my devotional the other day, I read this well-known verse about the necessity of being connected to God: “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in… Continue reading Abiding
“I don't know what to say, except it's the last week of school and we're all in misery.” I’ve paraphrased one of my favorite quotes from Christmas Vacation to describe the last week of May, when the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and those of us who work in a school are exhausted… Continue reading “We’re all miserable!”
Last week-end started out great as I celebrated my birthday. I enjoyed a nice run in the warm Spring air on Saturday, saw old friends at a birthday party and enjoyed dinner with Keith. But after my run I started feeling stuffy and achy and the next morning woke up with a sore throat and… Continue reading Under Attack
Beige is the color of fear. I first heard this phrase at our Calhoun Area Writers’ meeting almost two years ago. I was new and nervous, stepping out on a quivering branch to follow a life-long dream of being a writer. Paul Moses, a talented writer and head of graphic design for Royal Thai Carpets,… Continue reading Beige is the color of fear
Here is a follow-up to my latest post about the Moravian traditions in Greensboro and Winston-Salem - a great read on a 94 year old woman who makes the beeswax candles used for the Wake Forest Lovefeast. http://magazine.wfu.edu/2017/12/01/the-candlemaker/
Under the Magnolia Tree 