As a young girl, I learned much about my ancestors through my grandparents. Often, I snuggled on the sofa with them and listened to the stories they told. I asked a lot of questions. In 2018, long after they and others of their generation were gone, I began a journey...

It was a perfect day with a little nip in the air, clear skies, and a gentle breeze. How could I know that in just a few hours life would change forever?

The damaged tree and the run-down fence were quite the pair. Both had seen their better days, but I saw beauty and a story to be told.
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As a young girl, I never knew what it was like to go shopping for new clothes. Instead, my mother made everything we wore. All of my handmade…

I am thankful my mother took the time to journal her life, passions, and heartfelt prayers. Because of what she wrote, I have insight of days and moments that otherwise would be lost to me. In her willingness to express herself through her journals, she continues to inspire and motivate me. And there are days as I read her prayers, I feel as if her hand gently brushes across my brow as it did when I was a little girl.