Walking in a felty wonderland

Perhaps no other words from my childhood (save for magazine collage) rang with that same promise of colorful magic: Flannel board. Fuzzy technicolor stories sprung from the mouth of a grownup onto a giant board where they stuck. It was amazing, simply amazing. As a...

Light enters again

I sit with a cup of coffee between my hands before the rest of the house wakes, and I gaze at the glowing Christmas tree. For a while, I search for favorite ornaments and think back to our girls’ faces when they spied angels and stars they’d made in years...

Grace that begins it all

Remember that old poem about the qualities of children born on various days of the week? It started with Monday’s child, the one fair of face, and continued through the week. Some fortunate kids landed on days that proclaimed them loving and giving (Friday)....