Grief changes from day to day. For me right now, without my husband alongside me, grief is love with no place to go. Read more.
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Rugs, Afghans and Scarves — My Pentwater Cousin Weaves Them All
I wrote about my outdoorsy cousin Jeanie a couple of weeks ago. This week it’s my artsy cousin Mary Helen’s turn. She weaves gorgeous rugs from fabrics she gets at yard sales. Read more.
Photo Op: Pentwater, Michigan — A Small Town on a Big Lake
When I was a kid, Pentwater was not the place to be. The place to be was on the beach or in the woods with the wild critters. But now that I am thoroughly grown up, I’m preferring the charms of Pentwater village to the toads and grasshoppers of my 9-year-old self. Read more.