The bottom of a peanut butter jar evokes a spiritual moment for me. The scrape of the knife against the sides takes me back to summer days in Xenia, Ohio. I was seven years old and staying next door with my grandparents while my mother finished the needed hours for her teaching degreeContinue reading “ABUNDANCE IN AN EMPTY JAR”
Anna Bach Liechty writes about life . . .
In it for the Long Run 