Dear Flood Victims, As I look at the photos on the internet of Northeast Arkansas, my jaw drops and tears well in my eyes. I’ve seen...

Judith Stagg Fleming (April 21, 1939 - April 25, 2017) Judith Stagg Fleming, 78, of Jonesboro would like to announce her change of...

When two or more things have happened at one time, I am surprised. I use to call them happenstances, flukes, coincidences. I might have...

Are there rules for a blog? I don’t know. If rigid rules exist, I’m probably breaking one right here and now. (Are there blog police? Am...

The dogwoods are blooming. I am returning home this morning from a poetry retreat. A son lives in a town between the retreat site and...

When doctors are juggling my friend’s meds to find the right balance and she is feeling at her worst, she says, “It is like I’m floating...

I voted one way. He voted another. It skewed our relationship. I did not see his anger coming. When it’s a son, a mother can go blind,...

Crosses. My husband made me a wooden one. It hangs on a wall. I wear a silver one around my neck. I hear people say, “That’s my cross to...

After being in the hospital a few days, my friend started asking for what she needed. Just part of who she is, part of a healthy...

Judy, my friend, just heard those hard words. Oh my! What do people do when they hear that? How do they think with all those feelings...