It's hard to believe, but summer is just around the corner. The other day, I read that June 1st is National Barefoot Day, which reminded me of a children's poem I had written years ago, entitled, unsurprisingly, A BAREFOOT DAY.

Today would have been my wonderful father's 96th birthday, and oh, how I miss him. Fortunately, the many memories of my father spending time with my sister and me have continued to warm our hearts over these many years he's been gone, and undoubtedly, they will continue to do so through all of the years to come.

This year will be a little different at the DeVos household for Easter. Usually, my husband and I roll out of bed about 5:00 a.m., to attend our church’s sunrise service at the apple orchard. Afterward, about ten of us—all bleary-eyed and coffee deprived—gather at our house for a wonderful breakfast, where everyone brings a dish, including two of our friends who raise chickens.

As a writer, I'm fascinated by words; the proper use of them, the correct pronunciation of them, as well as sentence structure, of course. When I hear a word I don't know the meaning of, I run to a dictionary or pull it up on Google.