I took a RISK this morning... leaving the warmth and safety of my home to venture out into single-digit temperatures (a warming trend from the pre-dawn negative 7). It was worth it to see some of my favorite sites in the snow. In the city... Click any pic to get a closer look! The house at the top left is Glenmore Mansion - a local favorite. And in the country... The house at the top middle pre-dates the Civil War. I know some of you have had more snow already this Winter than you want... but (although it wasn't our first snowfall) this was our first absolutely gorgeous, super-powdery snowfall, and I had to share it with you. Besides, I know some of you are City Girl:Country Girl like ... Keep Reading...
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The Living Room: Old House Renovation Story
Brrrr! It has been soooo cold here the past few days... It seemed only fitting that, while going through a file, I would come across a forgotten picture of my old house in the snow. It's the picture on the left. I'll tell you one day how it is I happen to have it – and who the Witts were. But today, before I open the door and invite you in where it's warm, I want to tell you one more thing about the exterior. I forgot to mention it last week when I wrote the rest of the front porch story. Look closely at the front porch in the two pictures. (Enlarge it if you like.) What's missing in the first one? Yes, I know you with "eagle eyes" saw it immediately. Just be patient a second and let everyone else catch up with ... Keep Reading...
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#RiskRejection: Preparing for a broken heart
I saw the notice: Retired school teacher looking for volunteers to work with children at a local elementary school. Informational meeting on Sunday night. I could do that. Probably should think about it. I heard the story: While running errands on a cold, snow-blowing day in December, it came on the radio. A young deaf boy, once rendered "unteachable". A Christian woman–no relation–who wouldn't let that happen. She couldn't possibly have known his future held a Ph.D. OK, Lord. I'll go to the meeting... And so I went, and I committed to two 30-minute sessions per week with a child who needed help learning. One measly hour per week. In January 2002 I walked into the elementary school for the first time ... Keep Reading...
