I often say that I don’t know how people live without faith—without Jesus, or without hope. And I mean that because hope is central to nearly everything in my life. Society uses the word hope casually and often. I hope this works out. I hope things get better. But do we pause long enough to ask what we really mean? Is that hope, or is it simply wishful thinking dressed up in polite language?
MY MOM’S STORY My mom was born in Ohio but moved to Indiana the summer before her third-grade year commenced. In their community in Indiana, my grandparents maintained..
George Gerschwin’s Summertime invites the listener to appreciate the gentle wonder and fullness of each new day. “Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the..
Summer and Music Hearing Ella Fitzgerald’s smoky voice croon George Gershwin’s “Summertime” from the opera Porgy and Bess evokes the warmth and joy of summer. “One of..
I was born in West Virginia. As a young boy, I would lie in my bed at night and listen to the towboats blow their whistles as they entered the curve on the Ohio River at..
There are signs and markers of summer everywhere these days. For some, school begins just days away. For others, vacation is still ahead. And for many, the routines of..
If You’re Not Getting Older… I was widowed at a young age. Before his death, my husband was subject to his younger brothers’ teasing about getting older. As soon as he..
Medication Matters Medication is the last blog in this series about What Matters Most for your healthcare. Inspired by an article from NextAvenue, this post rounds out..
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