Welcome to my front porch...

All my life I've wanted a front porch. We sort of had one when I was growing up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and I remember sitting out on the porch drinking iced tea (always sweet in the south, mind you) and watching the neighbors go by. It was a place where we sat and talked and watched the day begin or end.

Once I moved away from home, the front porch became difficult for me to come by. In Texas, I had a beautiful, brick house, but it only had a front "step". Here in central Ohio, I have a charming little cape cod, but it only has a front "stoop". The front porch seems only a dream to me, or perhaps more accurately, a state of mind.

So, welcome to my front porch --- a place where our family shares a little bit of what is going on in our lives and where we'd love to hear about yours.