Blogging is a place of inclusion and diversity. I marvel at the different people whom I follow, people that I will probably never meet in person, but with whom I share nearly every day. I am in awe of the pictures of courage, perseverance, resilience, and determination that I read each day. Each person's story... Continue Reading →
I wrote about becoming a disc golf widow. Douglas plays nearly every day, either on his way to work or coming home from work, according to the hours he is scheduled to work. On his days off, I have started going with him, deciding that I need the exercise of walking the course and just... Continue Reading →
There is no real dichotomy between you and me, For we both have eyes, ears, noses, and feet. Thank God that hearts don't notice color or race, But only seek another heart with the same beats. Delirious were we when love finally found us, It reminded us of our value and worth. We had both... Continue Reading →
Carol looked forward to having her son, Todd, visiting from his new home in Australia. It had been too long since she had seen him. She had great plans for the two of them, including cooking classes at the local mall and tickets to see a jazz legend at the university. To share your interests... Continue Reading →
We watched as Karla, our nanny who charges fees as though we are part of the nobility, came running toward the chalet in British Columbia that we were renting for our vacation. The fire inside was so cozy that no one, not even my husband and me, wanted to move to see what was the... Continue Reading →
Caleb wondered what the glowing lights were that suffused the moss on the stone wall surrounding his cottage. His wife, Jackie, told him to stay clear, for he had no idea whether the light was dangerous. But, Caleb just laughed at her, remarking on her many anxieties that kept her from enjoying life to the... Continue Reading →
It was the 1970s, and dressing like a hippie was the "in" thing. That often meant experimenting with drugs. I left my hometown to live with my best friend. I was the epitome of the country bumpkin, looking to give up my monotonous life for one with more fun. My friend decided that I needed... Continue Reading →
"But can she cook?" That is the question Jack's mother, Laura, asked regarding his new fiancé, Kathleen. It did not impress Laura that Kathleen was about to become a doctor, or that she had told her over the phone to always use sunblock when out in the garden. What mattered to Laura was that her... Continue Reading →
I was listening to a song named Loved Heals, and it struck me just how true that has been in my life. Mothers and fathers who live in poverty-stricken areas do not love their children any less than middle-class and wealthy parents. But, the hardships and violence of poverty often takes a psychological as well... Continue Reading →
