Stones I know a thing or two about stones, rocks, and gems – my husband is a “rockologist” and a faceter of rare stones. Plus, we lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains of the Appalachian Mountain Range for thirty years. There, rocks grow like weeds. Seriously. De-rock a plot and in one year? It’s filled… [Read More]
Soap on a rope? How about HOPE ON A ROPE! What do I have in common with an Old Testament heroine? A red cord of HOPE. Read all about it here.