It was a long day. A day full of new and energy-taking discoveries. Playing in a fresh landscape of snow. Building a tall happy snowman with Daddy. And helping Mommy bake a whole batch of pumpkin muffins. All such big jobs. Big jobs for a girl who had only seen two...

Come now, take a moment will you? And hear my story. Who am I? Ah, yes. Of course you'd want to know. Me? I'm just an old man now ...worn well like an aged violin ...my exterior may look tired, but ah, the melodic joy inside. Beautiful tunes can reside in the womb of...

It was a strongly contested topic. Known as The Lane of Lagoons, many protested that this long, winding road should be titled with the more palatable words: "Redwood Lane". And thus, many spoke of it by this name. "More romantic." Said one author who had...

Rosalyn really enjoyed encouraging others. Some days, she'd send pretty notes filled with Scripture cards, tea bags and handmade paper glitter to her friends across the states. Other days she'd create pretty banners to hang up on doorways in the home. And sometimes on...

Perhaps it really didn't matter. Gigi picked up her dolls and scurried down the hallway. Using her elbow she pressed the large wooden door open and looked inside. Yes. It was perfect. Soft winter light caressed the quiet interior like invisible feathers of white down....

Again. Wistfully placing a few books back onto a shelf, Annie sighed. Oh, it wasn't that she was upset. Not really, anyway. It's just that ...well, it was like a sore finger that kept getting paper cuts. She had several such annoying slices lined up on her index...

Dust. Or was it dirt? I couldn't tell. Brushing a finger across the wooden surface I inspected the granules for myself. No, it was probably dust. Though dirt wouldn't have surprised me. Ever since arriving in this inspiring landscape I had noticed the expanses of...

I think I'll always remember it. The winter of 1940 was not particularly hope-filled for many homes. The knowledge of faraway bombings felt like faint echoes of encroaching pain. War was just like its name. An indication of feisty combat, a sign of disunity, a warning...

Dottie pulled one index finger slowly down the pane. Autumn frosts had glittered into existence and this morning’s sunlight turned every glint into a transient diamond. She smiled and watched the coolness melt against the heat of her hand. Murky grays melded into...

It was a wandering, windy, wonderful day of watching. Watching the squirrels making their last minute runs for stockpiling food. Watching a few lingering geese spread their wings and signal their start south. Watching the remaining oak leaves flicker into the path...