If This Door Could Talk

As I shared yesterday, there’s a lot going on here in relation to our home. Last night, as I walked down our hallway, I noticed the sheer coat of paint that had been applied to the bedroom doors over a very bold and hardy brown. This paint was just the primer,...

A Warm Hug

Yesterday, I attended the funeral of a friend. As I was getting ready at home, I realized it was December 15th—the day my mother passed away in 2008. I was already incredibly sad for my friend and his family, but this memory brought me to an old and familiar place of...