My October was filled with dreams, leaves, critiques, a presentation, visit with a sister, maples, a retreat, and gathering books for a...

Through the modest window above their bed, the young woman lay still and listened to voices of passersby with words lifting and falling....

I never thought about living in a nursing home until a social worker declared that Mother needed the care given in such a place. The...

Bright and sassy, Joy caught a cowbird with a broken leg. She mended it, taught it to whistle, named it Ringo, gave it a television. ...

Outside, a scowling mass of black clouds refuses to let a ray of light pass through. Leaves tug at trees. Thunder crumples sky,...

I tried to write two different blogs this week. Neither worked. So, I’m telling a story. Not just any story—a close-to-the-heart, real...

A friend said she was once told “to get over it” when talking about a loss. A cruel comment, in my opinion. No matter if I lose my...

Is this how it happens? Does abundance come after there’s a breaking of some sort? Then there’s a blessing? I’ve been broken plenty of...

In March of 2011, I discovered I had an aggressive breast cancer. Suggestions came from a few friends to go to Little Rock or St. Louis....

We had waited for years for the road to be resurfaced. It happened this summer, and we were proud of the scenic road we traveled to...