Faith ~ Home ~ Heritage ~ Wisdom
There are some things we inherit that can never be written into a will. They are quietly passed from one generation to the next. Not in jewelry or land, but in the way a table is set, a cup of coffee shared, a door left unlocked for a neighbor, or a stranger made to feel […] Read more…
The other afternoon, I found myself standing at the ironing board with a small stack of vintage linens beside me. Nothing particularly important was happening. The house was quiet. There was laundry to put away and a basket full to wash, dinner needed to be figured out, and a half dozen other things I could […] Read more…
Woven fabric with frayed edges and metallic threading throughout. Two perfectly placed pockets and a linen tie that wrapped around the waist. Some had beautiful colors and florals, made of cotton that had grown soft from years of washing and wear. Others were saved for holidays. Some fit almost like a hug, buttoning across the […] Read more…
Lunches with grandpa are more than just a memory. I can still hear my grandfather’s voice and see him sitting at the kitchen table as we ate lunch together. These are some of my most cherished memories. From the time I was in kindergarten until I moved away, I would walk a block from my […] Read more…
The heritage of a small town is not measured by its size but by the people, values, and memories it leaves behind. There are some places we never really leave, no matter how many miles or years separate us. There is a little town tucked into the Nebraska prairie that I have carried with me […] Read more…