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Cold. I feel it every night as Toto and I head out for one last potty break before bedtime. Darkness fills the air, and the frost-covered grass crunches at our feet. A thin coating of ice covers the patio. Usually I attempt to hurry up the process to quickly return back into our warm, inviting home. But now I intentionally pause, linger for a moment, and look up at the crisp, star-filled sky. I say a prayer, one of gratitude, thanking God for my beautiful home filled with eve

Adding color. It was Grandma Osee’s idea decades ago. And it worked. It solved her dilemma. You see, Osee couldn’t see — the salt, that is. Food coloring was her solution. She mixed it with salt and soon red, blue, and green shakers adorned her table. Now her food danced with colored sparkles -- and her blood pressure likely dropped, too, now that she could see how much salt she was consuming. I was recently introduced to Grandma Osee, actually to her colorful salt, via her g

While I sipped my morning coffee, a realization hit me. As millions live in chaos right now — and my brother and sister-in-law sit in Irma’s path — I sit comfortably on my front porch. With blue skies overhead and a picture-perfect fall day in front of me, I not only feel completely clueless as to what they are experiencing, but also helpless. In times of despair or brokenness, my immediate reaction is to help. I’m a fixer and have honed this skill through the years. It is di