A lovely place to pass the hours...

November 13, 2015 by Dana Andrews

This sweet abode was originally planned to be a rustic potting shed; in my heart, however, it was always meant to be the cottage I’ve dreamed of since early childhood. This tiny (10’ X 12’) haven was built from doors and windows salvaged from old homes. It is heated, air conditioned, and has a loft with a little window where I can find my inspiration while looking outside to enjoy the view, which includes our chickens, ducks, and my lovely English cottage gardens, which I tend.

"Guess Who I Met at a Funeral?"

November 13, 2015 by Dana Andrews

Today my husband and I went to a funeral. Mind you, I never met this man, and expected that we were there to show respect to his son, who is a world-renown, incredibly devoted and equally loved physician. It is no surprise that our friend is a life-long friend to many.

After our friend began with, "My father was not formally educated, yet was an uncommon man," I was glued. I wanted to know so much more, now that my curiosity was piqued. I had always wondered what kind of parents created and raised this amazing friend we hold dear, and now I would finally know!

Greetings! I Made My Bed!

November 12, 2015 by Dana Andrews

We might not have met, but to me, you ARE a friend. You see, for as long as I can remember, I have had an insatiable desire to hold others in my heart. I live to make a difference, and that cannot happen unless I open myself to others. It’s a risk, can be both a blessing and a curse, yet gives life such meaning on so many levels!

Somehow, the most interesting revelations come to me while doing such mundane tasks. After making the bed this morning, I mused, “I’ve made the bed… That was the last thing my mother ever taught me.” Suddenly a plethora of ideas overcame me all at once, like a tsunami after an magnitude 8.5 earthquake. I could do nothing to stay this tidal onslaught, so I surrendered, and allowed it to carry me away to my computer.