We had a wonderful visit to London last weekend with our son and his family. There were so many places that I have either heard about, viewed on TV, or seen in the movies, that I got to finally see in person.
On Friday we took a double-decker bus continue here
It’s a new week with a new issue. How far do we open our door? Do we open it all the way? Do we close it for a while? Where are Christians supposed to stand on this issue? Do we trust or fight our government? Do we fight continue reading here
It was mid-morning on July 28, 1979; I was getting married in a little while and no one knew where dad was! I wasn’t worried, I knew he’d show up on time. It was very much like him to just take off and roam about, but he was always there when he was supposed to be.
Brian, my soon-to-be-husband wasn’t as continue reading here
As most of you know, my husband is the 1998 Illinois State Cherry Pit Spitting Champion. However, it appears the mantle is passing to the next generation.
Last week our grandson, Matthew, was having fun eating cherries and when I told him that Cherry Pit Spitting is a very real competition, he got right find more here
When our oldest son was a little boy, he’d often sit at this little desk and color. One day I noticed he had squeezed himself into the far corner and I asked him why he was sitting that way. He replied, “To make room for my friend.
“Oh. Who is your friend?”
“Roundcank.”
Hmmm. Roundcank? Well, I have to continue reading here
Marcia Furrow 