Author: Anne Russell

The passing of my dad caused me to look back on my youth, and brought back memories of my mother, a strong woman who never cried. Being close to her, I thought crying was a sign of weakness, and I, … Read more

After a long winter that was bitterly cold and brought plenty of snow, we had finally experienced four bright and sunny days. We were late coming home, and the sun was pouring in from the back yard. I opened the … Read more

When our daughter was around three years of age, we went to the annual family reunion. I am sure that, to her, all were strangers, and she was a little shy of all the attention she was receiving, for we … Read more

As I think back on family get-togethers, I was reminded of one time in particular. There were races for the children, and I especially recall watching our daughter, who was not really wishing to run the race. Her uncle stood … Read more

When we travel by plane on an overseas flight, I go prepared with blinders to keep out the light of the overhead video, and a pair of earplugs to cut down on the internal noise of voices in conversation, and … Read more

Journeying in different parts of the world, one can look in awe at many different kinds of trees. Out on the west coast of North America grow the great California redwoods — trees that have been there for hundreds of … Read more

One day this winter, I looked out the window, only to see the huge mounds of snow — snow that had not only fallen, but had been piled high by the snowplow. The day was sunny and cold when I … Read more

Sitting alone in the quiet of my room, I had just picked up a devotional book, one that I had never intended to read. You might think this odd, but as I sat and looked out the window at the … Read more

The starting of another work week can be hectic, with all the so-called helps we have to keep in touch and to keep on top of things. We have our computer with all the e-mail to answer, our cell phone, … Read more

Last fall, as the temperatures dipped down into the forties and thirties (Fahrenheit), my garden became history for the year. I began to put the flowerbeds to rest for the winter season. I pruned back the roses, and hilled them … Read more