Reading the Leaves

Way back, well over a couple of decades ago, I sketched on a paper napkin a dream I had for a tea house. I was with my brother. He kept the ...

Although I've written extensively over the past seven years about the goings-on at the little TH, it occurs to me that I've never r...

Everyone knows that there's not much I enjoy more than planning a special occasion. This is the one special occasion I never wanted t...

" My son, give me your heart ," entreated the wisest man in the world, "and let your eyes observe my ways." I have...

Eleven years ago today Dad was under the knife ... unexpected open heart surgery ... triple bypass the result. We read all of that this eve...

Today's reading from the 2014 edition of the  Choice Gleanings  calendar, a daybook our family has read each morning for years, reminde...

Eleven years ago on April 13, we opened the doors of Nilgiris Tea House. Yesterday morning my Dad came over after church and cut up all m...