What space does Labor Day occupy with you? My family has always been heavy with blue collar workers. Have I always been grateful for who...

She was probably in her seventies. Salt-and-pepper hair. Her cart was stalled, and she was looking at vases in an aisle in the Dollar...

I’m sharing a poem today. It was written by Bob Hicok. I came across it days before my support group met. (I facilitate a support group...

I have been plotting and planning with a granddaughter about her dad’s birthday. Thinking about his birthday led me in the opposite...

If we only knew the load each person bears, we’d likely become more loving, giving, caring. I wonder if God is bringing more and more...

I am using that word more and more. Maybe I’m more aware of the act of sacrifice than ever before. Military families know. When people...

Fog, mist, chill in the air. I visit a friend who just rescued another dog. She worries aloud that she has no place to permanently keep...