See the Beauty in the Ordinary

  She was the gardener, the caretaker Just one factor in an intricate equation Of sun and soil Of weeds and weather Of temperature and time ...

I n my earliest, hazy memories, just beyond my realized consciousness, there is a face. It is the most beautiful face in the world. It is my...

  This photo is from my mother’s Christmas in 1952. That’s her in the middle with the beautiful smile. She was so fond of her family and I ...

The sandhills in winter are shades of brown. Tawny tufts of dry grass studded with spikes of rust surround a grassy path wandering through t...

  John Schroeder born August 28, 1835 died October 1921 We have to call him Old Grandpa John Schroeder to differentiate him from all the oth...