Day #362: Sunrise, Sunset
I am grateful for every sunrise, every sunset … twice-daily reminders that being alive is a gift.
I am grateful for every sunrise, every sunset … twice-daily reminders that being alive is a gift.
GrI am grateful for the encouragers. They are the people who listen, pay attention, recognize your dreams. They offer sincere encouragement. They believe in you.
I am grateful to my grandmother for giving me a loving home, showing me how to do so many practical things, playing games with me,
I am a member of two book clubs. One reads and discusses books for children and teens. The other reads books about people who have
In the waning days of this year-long journal, I feel compelled to add one more mundane entry. It’s that time of year when no fruits
All people are children when they sleep.there’s no war in them then.They open their hands and breathein that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.They pucker
One of my favorite things in the whole wide world is typography. I love the rules. I find it fascinating that typography makes reading easier
When I want to relax I grab one of two things, a cookbook or an interior design book I’ve checked out of the library. If
I am grateful for tidbits. You know, the odd fact that you pick up when you’re reading a book. It often has nothing to do
“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can