Unlimited Grace
Though my grandmother’s kitchen was small, big things happened there. Every bowl, pot and tray that came out of her kitchen was filled with good old-fashioned home-style cooking. She measured in pinches, dabs and...
Monthly Archive: May 2025
Dreams to Reality…
If I can dream it, my son can build it! Plans for a rolling planter with hidden wheels took seed in my mind. It didn’t take long for him to gather some scrap lumber...
Needle Threader
A skilled seamstress, my Nanny often spent hours stitching sequins, tiny glass beads and pearls to the bodices and skirts of wedding gowns she had been hired to create. It was a task she...
The Washer
My maternal grandfather, I called him Papaw, operated a small business delivering sand, topsoil, rock and fill dirt to patrons in and around our little east Texas community. He had sources for topsoil and...