SIXTY YEARS AGO, up among the New Hampshire hills, lived Farmer Bassett, with a houseful of sturdy sons and daughters growing up about him. They were poor in money, but rich in land and love, for the wide acres of wood, corn, and pasture land fed, warmed, and clothed the flock, while mutual patience, affection, and courage made the old farmhouse a very happy home. Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
This month has been a reflective one for me–do you ever have those months? Times when you stop and listen to the world around you–your own … Continue reading Live Out Loud