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"Hope" is the thing with feathers...

-poem by EMILY DICKINSON ~ The birds are singing hopeful melodies. I love the birds. ~ And the kids have loved th...

First Snow

When I tucked Fisher in bed tonight he asked me, "When I grow up, will I get more fingers?" Trying not to giggle, I answered, ...

The kids made a journal entry about how Jesus is their rock. By Anya By Easton By Fisher

We planted a tree with our Co-op. By ballet, we named it Lucy Tickles Sassy (aka: L.T.S.). One day, after tenderly caring for the you...