Better Than We Deserve

(At the St. John's Chapel where Patrick Henry gave his "Liberty or Death" speech) Well, political friends, tonight was the cau...

As a little girl I remember adoring the books in our home. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to understand the gothic love stories...

I know that 'sunlight' is practically a dirty word these days. It is up there somewhere with plastic grocery bags and Sport Utility ...

You know the ones..... you have taken in your adorable toddler/grandchild/ neice and nephew/ puppy to a studio and the next thing you know y...

I am being totally honest. Some days I see the stained glass windows, the tall ceilings, the sloped roof, and I sigh with a happy heart. My...

I was lucky enough to get in on the challenge of creating a Valentine Box for another artistic blogger arranged by Treasured Heirlooms . I ...

This Valentine's season my sister at Little White Attic decided to begin a family Valentine swap. Nothing too big, just make a little s...

Let me be the first to wish you a happy month of love! While a few new sweet decorations were finding space in my home this year my oldest s...

It came it went- and here are the gory details 2 days before. I wake up with a sore throat. Yes, I am sick. I am running sick. Is that cramp...

2009 was the year I became addicted to running. I never thought it would happen..... My relationship with running goes something like this. ...

Both the "Where Women Create" magazine and the blog have given those of us who create rooms to lust after for some time now. My tr...

I used to be 'artsy'. I remember as a teenager writing poetry hour after hour, sketching in a journal, and doodling in my magazines...

One fabulous thing about being a parent is all the SUPER DOOPER ideas your kids have. I mean, just the other day I walked into my living roo...