It’s not found in too many cookbooks–not on many dessert tables at church dinners or potluck suppers, anymore.  It should be though. My...

The Bradford pear tree outside my window sits naked and dry–but it’s very much alive.  And on this day the branches are full of these red...

This time of the year always reminds me of Sandy. He was a smaller dog with white and brown shaggy hair.  I’m not sure of his...

I have known Lisa Cleary for several years and am honored to share her story here on A Beautiful Grace, along with a giveaway for her new...

I was going to title this story, Ode to a Bicycle–but the word ‘ode’ is mostly referring to a poem--a song. This is neither--it's more of...

The first story in the series "Seed to the Sower" shares how we can help those in the Ashe County area. Two pastors, Chris Goforth and...

I'd come home from work and the trashcan would be out of its place--left out on the carport. That was a sure sign Daddy had made a trip...

I saw you today–your head hung down–in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant–your broom in one hand, one of those fancy dustpans in...

There’s two snowbirds playing in the holly bush–not a worry in the world–they know who takes care of them.  I came to the woods...

I’ve picked back up a needle and thread as of late–a different kind--embroidering.  I haven’t embroidered in years and I found this quilt...

Back in the day in the early years of elementary school--it wasn't uncommon for our teachers to end the school day with cleaning and us...

The frost is thick on this cold winter morning--like a glob of glue clinging to paper and here we are a few days before Christmas and...