A life of whimsey

Learning to tell the kinds of stories I want to hear.

It's the depths of winter here on the Canadian prairies. Lots of snow and bone chilling cold temps. January and February are often bluis

Reminiscing as I looked through old pictures of our sweet Jada.

There are days when I wish I hadn't encouraged my kids to express themselves quite so freely . . .

Looking down I saw a woman at the foot of the stairs. And my black glove on the floor. "Oh, did I drop my glove?" I asked, about

On the days I can’t seem to help worrying about what’s ahead . . . 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away...

It’s days like these when I know that, as many mistakes as I made over the years, I still must have done something right. I mean if your...

I know it’s the new year and Christmas is over but I couldn’t let it pass without at least one post about our sweet little Amelia’s first...

‘Autumn Harvest’ Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians...

I love to style things. I always have. Pair this tiny vase with that feather, add an assortment of foraged bits and before you know it...