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’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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