post and photos by Sue Duby, CELEBRATION cake (or for me, my Mother’s famous rhubarb pie!), cards, family, friends… joy at any age! Little ones know the art of celebrating …
by Sue Duby, I fiddle with my glasses… a lot. Trying to get the view just right. Multiple wipes to get that one last smudge off the lens. Debating if …
by Sue Duby, I’ve been pondering. If you ask Chuck, I do that a lot. Maybe wondering how I can squeeze yet another flowering plant in the garden. Or how …
post and photos by Sue Duby, Chuck dreamed of a serious “downsize” for a long while. After one too many years of mowing lawns (since he was a little guy …
by Sue Duby, Three-year old grandson Nate LOVES trucks. Any kind. Any size. The bigger the better. But amidst all the wheeled vehicles racing down the hallway, dump trucks top the …
by Sue Duby We walk. A lot. Over 4,000 miles since landing in Northwest Arkansas. Chuck clocks every step. Our hunt for new trails is rivaled only by our search for …
by Sue Duby, photos below by Sue Duby As I glimpsed from the kitchen, my eye caught Chuck in his favorite contemplative pose. . . arms resting on the window …
by Sue Duby Finding a home was hard. Not just hard… impossible. We’d moved from a tiny town in East Texas where houses rarely sold quickly and prices seemed so low …
by Sue Duby March brought an impromptu drive to Texas to visit “like family” friends. Celebrating Chuck’s birthday. Sharing deep heart moments. Evening strolls in the cool night air. Morning chats …
by Sue Duby My brain mystifies me. How is it possible to collect (and store) random bits of information and hide others I need to find?? How can Chuck and I …
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