I CLINK … From Kansas

Clink from Kansas on a chilly and cool December morning. I Love this sweet cross stitched ornament given to me by my Mom years ago. The words are small but powerful in their meaning ⛄️.. Hoping this Christmas we all slow down and focus to what really matters. Being mindful and grateful of our Lords…

Clink from Kansas on a very brisk and clear pre Thanksgiving weekend .. This cup, given to me by my Mom, the name on it given to me by my Dad, the tapestry of table cloths in the background , my mothers .. As I dug through tablecloths for the coming holiday I realized they…

In a couple of weeks we will gather for Thanksgiving and even with all that is going on personally in our lives hosting Thanksgiving in our home just wasn’t the thing we wanted to give up. Richard and I both look forward to the house being loud and filled with those we love and the…

Some of the bravest people I know are all on the fourth floor. It is a hub of much activity with many coming and going, they are there to see their oncologist or receive their treatments. What I find most interesting as I sit and look about the room is that not only are they…

Last weekend Shauna and I as well as several family members and dear friends attended the wedding of my nephew Derek and his new bride Celia. The venue held at The Clifton Inn just out side of Charleston Virginia was constructed in 1799 as a classic colonial-style home for ThomasJefferson’s daughter and husband, Martha and…

As the story goes, Jack my father in law moved to a small town called Burns Kansas and there he met my mother in law Louise. He was looking for and wanted to make a family, a stable and strong family, I believe God saw his heart and blessed him in a very big way.…

It was the next day after my 60th birthday celebration that Travis my nephew stopped by on his way back to Colorado. He sat with me on the deck and handed me a card and a gift. The card an announcement and the title of honorary GiGi.. With a look of confusion I caught on…

Clink from Kansas on this first Sunday of October 2022. When I was a little girl I had a bad habit of holding my breath when I got upset or hurt. My mom would tell me to breathe but to no avail so she would just blow a puff of air into my face. It…

This is me on a cooler fall feeling overcast day. I welcome cooler seasons like a dear childhood friend that renews my spirit and strengthens my resolve every time. I sit on my deck in my favorite Merrell slippers, a warm deep tea with hints of cinnamon and my favorite blanket about me. Along with…

I always tell Richard that we are falling apart together. I say our check engine light seems to be coming on a lot more often these days. Seems we have to stop go back and work out some kinks to move forward together and in this life. August seemed to bring a lot of kinks…