Clotheslines
Clotheslines One of my first delights when I went to Europe was coming upon all the clotheslines strung from building to building. The items pinned were so colorful, and seeing those lines winding their way down through the cobblestoned streets made every day feel like a celebration. When I was little my highest aspiration was to be a wife and a mother. Borne from that desire came a wisdom that God is surely a man, as who should be put in my path to help achieve that dream, but Funk. I couldn’t wait to do his laundry, cook his meals, […]