As we were driving down a street in our hometown, my granddaughter asked, “Why do those people have backpacks? They look sad and they must not have a car or they wouldn’t be walking.”

Answering, I replied, “Sweet Heart, they are homeless and there are so many people all...

      Last year I was staring at my hands twisting in my lap on the three hour drive to meet our son for the first time. I had no idea how he was going to change our lives, but I knew he would.

I also had no idea how exceptional he would be. 

Jesse isn't except...

One cannot pick up a paper, watch TV, or stand in line at the grocery store without realizing the violence in the world around us. Sometimes we begin to think that is all there is, that  constant pain and punishment in our world have prevailed

During the last few days I...

Dear Readers,

The doors open quietly as I enter the health care facility where my mother has been a resident for several years. I have made this journey, wandering down each hall until I reach my mother’s room. She is either in her bed or in her reclining chair which ha...

Dear Readers,

As a child, I enjoyed spending the night with a friend or have one stay with me. Friends have been an important part of my life since third grade. I had just changed schools and was very shy. Luckily, I met a girl named Linda and we were like two peas-in-a...

Dear Readers,

This piece of free style poetry is about a love, perhaps a different kind of love,  as we experience many different feelings of love as we live and learn and grow up and grow older. So accept the love in the place you live, in your heart, and never forget...

      Sit down gently, I told myself. Forget the dishes in the sink,  the clothes in the washer, and the floors need to be swept, vacuumed, mopped and waxed.  Forget rain falling outside and the humidity in the air on this warm day. You are going to brace yourself and...

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Whoa, the stores are already filled with everything a child could  want for Christmas. Everywhere I look I am reminded the holiday for giving is just around the corner. Our lives are surrounded by commercials which seem to shout to my grandchildren and gre...

This young man, his innocence, his eyes,

Whose heart could not soar, not not fly—had lost

Youth’s dreams, hopes, and now as he prayed for his future —

Has moved on to Heaven, yet loved ones mourn

This loss— especially his mother.

My arms could not take his place—

Could not h...

Dear Readers,

Whoa, the stores are already filled with everything a child could  want for Christmas. Everywhere I look I am reminded the holiday for giving is just around the corner. Our lives are surrounded by commercials which seem to shout to my grandchildren and gre...