My dear friend posted this at her blog . Grab your tissues and be ready to be touched deeply.

My husband has been accused, and rightly so, of being a survivalist. He has always talked about a home on a piece of property out in the middle of n…

Why, one might ask, would Susan post a poem on her blog? A poem that she did not write anyway... The answer is, I don't know. I just wanted to…

by Eugene Field (1850-1895) Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe--- Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of de…