Are You Holding On or Being Held?
It was easily the worst part of school. Every year. Starting in the 1950s (long before I got there), a…
It was easily the worst part of school. Every year. Starting in the 1950s (long before I got there), a…
Eons ago, my preschool boy crept to the end of our friend’s modest diving board, muttering under his breath, then…
I first heard God’s voice through the lips of my mother. And I don’t remember ever wondering if God was…
With the book launch nipping at my heels, I am today sharing a piece I wrote for my friend Evelyn…
Although a new calendar doesn’t technically usher in a new season, it sure feels like it does. We buy the…
Traditions take us back to our past and pull those we’ve lost into our current lives. Traditions set a pattern…
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