Renae Bowman

I inherited this plant. Her official name is Pilea Peperomioides. Her common name, Chinese Money Plant. Let me say off the bat, I am not an indoor plant kind of gal. Give me an outdoor garden any day, but inside plants—I am a mess. It’s more like a cross your fingers and hope for a generally good outcome, kind of thing. This plant. When she got here, she was beautiful. Full, luscious, growing, thriving. Her stems and leaves consumed the whole pot, and just absolutely be

Hopefully, by now, all the Christmas decorations have been put away. Hopefully! haha. Although, I was told about a nativity scene that was stuck in the depths of snow storms that didn’t relent till March! Poor Mary and Joseph were shoulder height in the wet stuff for months! That’s quite a new twist on a cold, far away manger we sing about. So what now? What now, with the baby-Jesus all tucked back into the attic storage boxes for a year, and the man-Jesus staring us in the

I’ve done a lot of leaning these past couple of weeks. Leaning over from the storms of life that batter and bruise and knock one over when the gusts and tornados pound constantly. Where you do your best to try to shelter, but nothing works. Where you put your hands up against the battering rain, but the winds are so strong they pound at your very being. Those beyond-tough-times…the unwelcome news, the frailty of another, the unexpected turn of events, the expectations too ov