I do not have a sense of living through distinct eras. Most of it is a rapid, constant flipping of the calendar, month after month and year after year.

The hamburger was ground, steaks sliced and beef chunks cut up and packaged. Some of the meat we canned as well. By late afternoon, we were all done.

My surgeon expects my leg to recover after some physical therapy, yet to come. He did some scraping to give the nerve more room to heal and do its job.

An early taste of spring brings muddy chores, family gatherings, a joyful baptism service, and gratitude for blessings both big and small, from healing and birthdays to thoughtful gifts.

This past week, we observed Ash Wednesday, which began the sacred season of Lent.

I kept thinking about that moment when new life, soon to be crawling and climbing, meets a life that is shuffling down a slope in time.

I would have forgotten some of the stories I wrote about the children if I hadn’t written them down. If you can find time to write down cute stories about your children growing up, that would be great.

It has been over two weeks since we said goodbye to our beloved black Labrador, Zeke.

Recently I had a curtain-opening experience after reading a poem that left me kind of excited. About breaking more rules with the English language.