Faith ~ Home ~ Heritage ~ Wisdom
There was a time when nearly every kitchen had one. A little wooden or metal box tucked into a cabinet or sitting on a countertop, filled with index cards in different handwriting. Some were neatly written. Others were stained with butter or vanilla, their corners softened from years of being pulled out and put back […] Read more…
There was a time when hearing from someone meant waiting. You waited for the mail to come. You recognized the handwriting on the envelope before you even saw the return address. And before the letter was even opened, you knew someone had taken the time to sit down, find a piece of paper, and write […] Read more…
There is something about a small town that makes us slow down. Maybe it is the old buildings lining Main Street, the locally owned shops with bells on the doors, or the coffee shop where the person behind the counter seems to know everyone who walks in. Maybe it is simply seeing people stop long […] Read more…
Over the last week, I’ve found myself wandering through small towns along the river – through Kentucky, Indiana, and Ohio. And I keep thinking about the same thing: Why are we so drawn to small towns? I know I am. I always have been, but the desire to be a part of a small-town community […] Read more…