My story is not like everyone’s story. Not every child goes to a business college at age seven to learn how to type so they could become a writer. Not everyone had a second-grade teacher who believed that all children had stories to tell that were worth paying attention to. Or a mother who believed that whatever aroused their interest was important to pursue.
Sometimes words strike us with a special force and penetrate our spirit with their “rightness”. They don’t have to be complicated or powerful. They don’t have to change..
In the last five years, death became the center of my life. Uninvited and not sought, this intruder entered my life space and appeared to have a permanent plan of..
“Hope” is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— Emily Dickinson
We couldn’t help ourselves! When we practiced the anthem, we giggled. Valleys and corn stalks laughing, clapping and singing? You can listen to that portion of the..
About 18 months ago, Alexander Leon, a writer with the LGBTQ-group Kaleidoscope Trust in London, tweeted a powerful observation about the lived realities of LGBTQ people..
Since 2006, The World Health Organization has designated June 15 as a day to promote better understanding of the abuse and neglect of older persons. This may seem odd to..
Grounded in Creation The power of creation infuses a profound sense of awe, deep within my soul. Recent summer-like temperatures in the 80’s and bright sunshine have..
May is National Older Americans month and May 21 began National Nursing Home Staff Appreciation week. Fourteen months into living with COVID-19, I think these..
Early in the pandemic, we began to hear the phrase, “We are in this together.” This was used widely to encourage people to protect each other, use masks, practice social..
