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...

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...