Quilting

Snow fell on Vanaprastha yesterday, covering the greenhouse windows in the dining room. Across the region, schools closed and many activities cancelled including last night’s writing group in Charlottesville and this morning’s Bible Study in Nellysford. Weather...

Epiphany

Guided to the altar by a member of the congregation, she felt her way to the lectern. Soft brown hair framed her face in large curls, and her blouse and skirt spoke of simplicity and care in dressing. As she placed her hands on the Braille Bible, she read in full...

Vanaprastha Weightlifting Club

“Grunt it up, you old lady!” “I’ll show you, you old man!” Welcome to the Vanaprastha Weightlifting Club, membership two hearty, humorous souls. (Thank you to our son Alex for giving us these wonderful t-shirts!) Keith and I are gut-centered types. In terms of the...

Expectations

A Child’s Expectations My parents will be there for me forever. They will always be good parents, everything I want them to be. Santa, Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa will bring me the gifts on my wish list, things I marked in the Sear’s Christmas catalog and more. I...

Skunked Again

It was 7 o’clock on Sunday morning. The sun rising across the Rockfish Valley illuminated snow-capped mountains, leafless trees and fallow fields. Keith was on his second cup of coffee. “Has Freya come home yet?” he asked. “She’s been out for a while, and Heathcliff...