My six-year-old grandson was running excitedly through his backyard, shouting, not in an alarming voice but as though he wanted everyone to hear and know the most happy and joyous news ever.
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Having arrived once again at Mother's Day, my friend Beth (who does the beautiful graphics on this blog) and I each wrote a tribute to our respective mothers. Both are gone from us—mine for decades, her…
I have changed my random thoughts several times since I started writing this blog. I'm doing it once again, and I hope for the last time. I woke up this morning with a strong impression that I needed to change th…
When Love Dies
During the hors d'oeuvre hour at the recent wedding of my grandson, I noticed a picture of my late husband&md…
When the same scripture passage comes to my attention on different occasions during a matter of days, I take notice. When this happens during a span of time in which I am struggling with a multitude of feelings, …
Thank you to Jordan Smith for sharing with us about her new location and her new career. Please be sure to click on the links within this blog to read her first two contributions to the newspaper wher…