Going Green at Christmas

Can we really make a difference in our world?   Sometimes it seems we ask ourselves that question more at this time of year than any other . . . and we're a little more intentional about trying to make that difference. If you've spent much time here at My Place (thank you for that!), you know I'm all about making a difference in the lives of children. Holiday shopping in our family includes local giving opportunities like Angel Tree and Coats for the Cold and Christmas in Jefferson County.   I hope you're looking for those chances to give where you live, too.   There's one topic, though, that isn't "first" in my mind during the holidays, but I started thinking about it recently when considering tips for “going ... Keep Reading...

Christmas at Biltmore Estate

How about a short field trip on this Friday before Thanksgiving? Anyone needing a break?   Renaissance Man and I had to be in South Carolina earlier this week—and WE were needing a break— so I made my request:   How about on the way home we stop at Biltmore to see the Christmas decorations?   He agreed—and so we did!   And now you can, too!   Let's "travel to a whole new state of mind" to Asheville, North Carolina. Today we're visiting Biltmore Estate, America's largest home, built over a century ago by George Vanderbilt for his family—and still owned by the family today.   I know you're busy, so here are just a few bits of inspiration to think about as you're baking those ... Keep Reading...

SILENCE (followed by laughter!): Five Minute Friday

It's time for another Five Minute Friday—writing for five minutes from a single word-prompt.     START   Those rare moments when every sound stops and life envelops.   The motionless standing over a sleeping child’s bed—watching, dreaming, grateful.   The beauty of a snow-covered field at dawn before the world awakes—glistening.   The quiet tears falling down the face at the graveside—missing, lonely, grieving.   The peace that comes from saying, “Here I am Lord. Use me as you will.”   But sometimes . . .  Sometimes silence is the precursor to hilarity. It’s the pregnant pause moment when your mind says, “Did I just hear what I think I ... Keep Reading...