I’ve never been known for my spontaneity, but when a dear friend called late December to tell me she and her husband would be caretaking the 100-year-old cabins in Montana that we love…

Mrs. Audrey Nash was my first grade teacher. A stoutly woman with short hair and a kind smile, she created a classroom environment that inspired little minds to learn and grow.

I don’t buy Mother’s Day cards anymore. It’s been over a decade since I made the Sunday trek to my mom’s house, with a nicely-wrapped gift and hand-written card in tow—all the while my heart aching for the