Russellings of the Spirit

memories

  • A Chat with Dad

    Today I am going to do something I have not done before. Since today is November 1, I have decided I am going to hold my own, small, very Anglo version of Día de los Muertos. Dia de los Muertos, or… Continue reading

  • This Old Table

    And so it begins. Earlier today Joan and I bid a fond farewell to the lovely distressed barnwood table (and six matching chairs) as it was toted out of our breakfast room. So many meals around that table. So many… Continue reading

  • The man on the bench

    I almost missed him, and thereby, his invitation. The low, one-story building came slowly into view on the left as we drove through Hays, Kansas earlier this week. The building was made of red brick with a corrugated metal roof.… Continue reading

  • Chex Mixed

    Last week we had some friends over. No big deal… it was just a friendly gathering to eat food, catch up on each other’s lives, and share a laugh or two. Or three, if needed. As good guests often do,… Continue reading