Window Over The Sink

I guess you were here last week, too, weren't you, November? I'm still not keeping up real well. I'm so glad you're the month of gratitude. Not only do I really need it, but so many people have stepped up for me to be grateful for. I'm not going to name them because, frankly, that's not why they did it, but they have sure held me up on this walk on a new path. I don't have much to say today, but Joe DeRozier and I will be sharing a booth at the craft show at the Miami County

This was first on the Window in April of 2022, and again in 2024. It's an April-like post, but like now, it was a time of changing, of sorrow and dance, of loss and worry. As when I first wrote it, our family is getting used to yet another loss--it hasn't been a good year. I hope you won't mind reading it again. I've always known what the word ephemeral meant, but I've never used it--possibly because I didn't know how to spell it and I'm not completely sure of its pronunciat