What a joy I had today!  I walked into Sunday School this morning and saw my 3month old in the arms of a sweet middle aged woman.  Violette was never able to have children.  She

Today is a rare perfect-weather March day in central Pennsylvania.  I've been able to sit in the sun and read, as well as do a wee bit of cleaning in the yard.  The balmy breeze and sunsh

You've seen it in the movies a million times. Bunch of little kids discover some cool thing that's been lost for centuries, and have an adventure. Well, I've been there.

For those of you bringing up some wee ones in the house, I have a children's program you need to watch with them. Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood.

When my husband and I embarked on the great venture of parenthood, like most couples we had no idea. Our five children were all born in the 1970s, and we remained firmly rooted in Pennsylvania, moving from my hometown of Butler to his hometown of Washington, and eventually to our present home in Tyrone. As a teacher and a secretary, we were not exactly rolling in dough, and our family "vacations" were pretty much limited to day visits to nearby state parks. I'm happy to say that this stunted beginning has not kept our children tethered to our side. Rather, they have experienced an endless variety of places called home.