Marcia Moston After we spent several thousand more than anticipated in clearing our newly purchased land, we discovered the old mobile h...

Marcia Moston The thing about my childhood home was that even though it was small—with every closet and cupboard packed—to a child the...

My intention when I walked into Pier 1 that day was to pick up the chairs I’d ordered. It was the picture of the bird with a beak full ...

I was hoping to find what the Bible refers to as “hidden treasures of darkness. ” The property we bought included a run-down mobile home an...

“I’m not mean,” he says. “We just think differently.” “Nope. You’re mean.” I hold my ground, but after thirty-something years’ of marri...

If dreams are any indication of what is occupying your subconscious, it wasn’t boding well for the situation my husband and I just gotten...

You know how amazed you get when you see the beauty some people, (like Chip and Joanna Gaines on Fixer-Upper) can make out of a wreck of ...

You know how you can’t sleep when you are in the midst of a big decision? That’s how I was last Wednesday. Even with the help of a li...

We’re walking the dog, the sun is shining on the frost, and all is well this morning in this corner of South Carolina. I’m thinking about...

I overheard actor Robert Redford tell someone that I might “be the one” in my dream last night.   (For those of you who weren’t eve...

 Marcia Moston The notation on the yellowing page in my Guatemala photo album reads: Dear Mario—a little goofy, a little blind, a l...