Begin somewhere. You cannot build on what you intend to do. You cannot plough a field by turning it over in your mind. Gordon B Hinckley "Writen is hord," complained my niece. (She was onLy in kindrgordin, after all.) She knew she cat write and did not Like to write. She did not Like Handwriteing. Handwriting was not Fun. Hand wrting wasn't good. But look…
This morning, I retrieved eight delicate sets of teacups and saucers from their haven on the top shelf, and set them on my counter. That it had been a while was evident by the lone spider's wisp stretching across one handle. These lovely teacups and saucers were the fruit of a lifetime of collecting by Jack's favorite Aunt Laura. We had honored the trust of…
As many of you know, Jack never met a map he didn't like. His affinity for them started when he was a boy taking road trips with his Aunt Laura. She'd hand him a map and go where he said. What adventures he had with her! Those were dear times for nephew and aunt. And over the years he developed an unerring sense of direction. As long as I knew…
I have a dear friend who loves me and has many plans for my life. Thanks to her, I camped for the first time. This may not sound like a big deal unless you also know my whole life I'd regarded roughing it as having to go down the hall to the ice machine.At her urging, I was the lead car in a trek to the beach, which I assure you was a big…