Imagine my chagrin. In my high school days (oh my – that was over 70 years ago!) I thought I invented a word.
Each morning my day begins with dogs and trees. Seven dogs, to precise, and a forest full of trees.
I opened the door to the room which should have been completely dark due to the late hour. Instead, I was struck by bright light coming through the window. I peered..
The term “sea change” is a metaphor. It describes dramatic, even cataclysmic, transformations of policies, practices, or perspective. We saw two sea changes on a Dolphin..
Gratitude The last week of September was the warm, sunny crown on a wonderful joy-filled summer. This season was the first time that I was not employed since my teen..
I’m tired! Are you? I’m tired of this new paradigm that shapes our lives, this global pandemic. It seems that just about everything has been changed a bit in light of..
Like so many other people, fall is my favorite season. I love the special warmth of the sun as it penetrates my skin. I marvel at the emerging colors that surround me in..
I recently heard someone celebrating the millions of times people have used the designation of #blessing or #blessed on social media. The conclusion they were making is..
Every home should have a “Harvest Room”: A sanctuary of lives lived and love shared: a hallowed space where God resides and time flows freely and memories are made of..
My all-time favorite Christmas hymn is “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” and the poem by Phillips Brooks. I stood in awe and delight when I spotted his statue in Copley..
