I had a God moment when I walked into a classroom at McKinney Christian Academy one morning and saw a graphing exercise the students had put together on the white board. Close up it looked like a load of neatly coloured light and dark brown, cream, white and black boxes that corresponded to the equations they…

One of our first stops when we returned from London was to go and visit our grand-daughters who live on a bird facility, owned by their parents, called Window to the Wild Theirs is a charmed and magical life; they are surrounded by chickens and goats, a gentle guardian dog, a slow tortoise, as well…

Below freezing days mean coats for the horses. Even the ones who spend all their time outside and are hardy. Especially the ones who are older and more susceptible to chilly weather. Ben is an older horse who has a hard time regulating his body temperature, consequently during the most recent ice storm his owner put…

Years ago in back and forth communications with friends I’d close my emails or cards with, “Firmly in His Grip.” I have no idea where it came from but I know it stemmed from a desire to proclaim my faith, to identify myself as a Christian woman, to put myself figuratively under the wing of…

Ice storm number three this year hit Footlights last week, It was our welcome home from a six week trip to London. “I’d own up to bringing the bad weather with me,” I volunteered to a friend, “but it was lovely in England when we left!” I found spider webs coated with ice, A thorny…

It had been 56 years since my Uncle Tony, Tone to his parents, bought his three-bedroomed house in Littlehampton. He had been a single man of 31, around the age of my children now, and I remember thinking, ‘Why buy a three bedroom house just for one person?’ I was still a youngster and thought…

Home should be where my heart is and for the most part it is. America is where my family lives, Footlights is where Hubs and I dwell, This, of course, is where my heart is. Unconsciously and especially when I’m preparing for a trip to London I still tell my friends, “I’m going home.” Perhaps in…

My brother and I interred our late uncle’s ashes shortly before my six week visit to London ended. I took no photographs of the ceremony; ‘I wanted to stay focused’ I use as my excuse to myself; if truth be told, I completely forgot. The afternoon was clear and sunny. The cemetery, well hidden in a…

In January we took a six week trip to London to clean out my late uncle’s house in preparation for selling it. We interspersed our travels out of the city with activities we love to do, but the main thrust of the visit was to get the estate sorted out and any loose ends tied…

Throughout our six week stay in London we had no car and travelled by train with the occasional taxi thrown in to get us from station to high street if needs be. It was just as well really, journeying by rail back to London at night was far preferable to driving. The single carriageways that…