I know I have a tendency to oversimplify things but imagine for a moment that the world's problems could be fixed with a potluck. Nope. Don't roll your eyes. Just stop and think about it. What if all this mess, all this division, all this crazy could be cleaned up and put away like the kitchen after a potluck?. You've seen them haven't you? The church ladies. The ones in the basement kitchen cleaning up after a Sunday potluck? They scurry around, they chide each other about

Saturday sings her own special song. It's slow, wanders here and there, soothes, heals. Her tempo is independent and carries no hint of a march. It sounds more like the wind and somehow holds the smell of bacon and coffee. Slow, soothing, easy. Irresistible. Currently my dear friend Jayne and her husband Cam are in Lisbon, Portugal and she sent me a slew of amazing photos this morning. I scrolled through them, taking it all in and some travel-type bug began crawling through m

Lately I've been thinking a lot about whimsy, wonder, and duty. Those three words don't necessarily jive do they? Duty leaves little room...