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My husband and I made some renovations to the Little House this past winter. My goals were to make the building more functional, spacious, and welcoming for myself and those who meet and gather here. This past week I returned to meeting with Directees in-person and it...
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“If you can segregate yourself enough, that you don’t get to experience all the different cultures, and people, and beauty… then really, you’re not just missing out on that personally, you’re missing out . . . on a piece of the image of...
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The words, “deeply grieved” hardly begin to convey the depth of fear, anger, and concern I feel over the treatment of asylum seekers at our southern borders. Men, held in standing room only conditions. Children, separated from mothers, from...
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On a recent afternoon, my middle son flew off the bus and in through the front door, driven by an urgent demand. “Mom! Mom! I want to buy a felting kit! Can I buy a felting kit?” he cried, throwing his coat and backpack to the...
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Our need for warmth draws us and keeps us together, sprawled where the seating is too limited for six, the noise levels too much. The dog, also, is there, taking up more than her fair share of the love seat. In the corner, the wood stove ticks as the cast iron...
