My mom was an extraordinary woman. She delighted in serving her family and church. There was nothing that was beneath her. If her task made someone’s life easier, better, happier, she would do it. For many years my mom had a friend in church, Her name was Judy. Judy was
My blond hair phase. My first year of college. Cross-country running. My first attempt at street witnessing. Crocs. My attempt at owning a flower shop. My second year of college. Taking tap dancing classes. Thinking I could cook cookies without a recipe. Quilting. Watching Anna Karenina. Trying to draw faces. Gardening.