A chance encounter on an ordinary walk, A man, a woman, a dog and a simple hello. Sometimes what makes a moment memorable isn't what happens, but what doesn't.

A painting, a treasured friendship and more than thirty years of memories. The story of a barefoot shepherdess who found her place in my home and never left.

I've always liked Mondays. And one of the reasons might surprise you. Sometimes the most ordinary conveniences are worth a little extra appreciation.

A simple errand with Sam led to an unexpected discovery—and a reminder that sometimes, not knowing is part of the adventure.

Somewhere along the way, yogurt put on an M&M hat and went to a party. And honestly? Good for her. Just don't let the hat fool you.

Four simple pillars—endurance, strength, balance and flexibility—and the everyday yeses they may help us protect.

When Rosie met Wrigley, she was smitten. Rosie is a Chihuahua mix—tiny, cheerful and quite certain that everyone she meets is already a friend. Wrigley was a Catahoula hound dog—big, steady and considerably more reserved. Rosie would stand on her back legs to give him kisses. Wrigley tolerated this. And that pretty much tells you what their friendship looked like. I met Rosie in 2018, when she was just two years old. I walked her five days a week, and before long, we became b

My mom, Sarah, believed she lived a charmed life. That might not seem remarkable until you know a little about the life she was describing. She grew up in a large family in rural Oklahoma in the 1940s. She married at 16 and became a mother at 17 when my sister, Delores, was born. Three years after that, I came along. By the time my parents' marriage ended, Mom was working the night shift at a local glass-making plant. The schedule was difficult. We were at school while she sl

As I was walking this morning, I had a surge of happiness. It never ceases to amaze me how wonderful our world—and life—can truly be. We are such smart and inventive people. I won’t talk about putting a man on the moon because that has almost become a cliché: Wow! We put a man on the moon! While I am certainly not negating the importance—or sheer ingenuity—of that feat, it is hardly the only accomplishment worth marveling at. Sometimes even the smaller things are the ones tha

I met Elizabeth Packard this summer. Well, technically, Elizabeth died in 1897, so perhaps I should say I met her through the pages of The Woman They Couldn't Silence by Kate Moore. And apparently, Elizabeth has decided to stay with me. Elizabeth was a wife and mother living in Illinois in the 1800s. She was intelligent, deeply religious, opinionated and increasingly willing to question some of the beliefs held by her husband, a minister. Having her own opinions and convictio

When I was a little girl, I was certain I would grow up to marry a pastor. I would learn to play the piano, of course. Because in my young mind, it all went together. Pastor's wife. Piano player. Church. I had it all figured out. Except, as it turns out, I didn't. I didn't marry a pastor. I never learned to play the piano, despite Mom's efforts. But I did marry a wonderful man, and we've built an amazing life together. And my journey with God has been far less tidy than the o