This is a post for blogger types. And/or people like me who, as hard as we try not to, allow ‘likes’ or ‘fan’ numbers to dominate a sense of well-being. Of love. Joy. Belonging.
I want to invite you to Mizpah. I think Mizpah looks like this.
This is a picture of our Thanksgiving table before my family and I sat down to eat together.
We had pasta (yep, big bowl of pasta with red sauce), rosemary rolls, and a gorgeous green salad. It was cool outside, about 65 degrees. We listened to Pandora’s Ben Howard station and laughed and sipped on wine while the sun slipped behind the trees. A little piece of heaven on earth.
So Mizpah. And your invitation. [Read more...]









The once strong-willed-wild-child is now a young lady. 

