In 1969, I was in a crib screaming for my next meal, getting shot up with vaccinations, and being groomed to become a part of
So, I’m sitting here trying to write, and the first thing that comes to mind is the burning age old question: “What is the meaning
So you’re sitting there at night and the phone doesn’t ring. Perhaps it’s dinner time and you have no one to share a meal with.
I’d like to begin this article by saying I’m grateful for the people in my life. I’m fortunate to have healthy relationships with family and
I’ve got something rumbling around my brain this morning- I’m sitting in front of the fire with coffee, arranging the thoughts I’d like to share.
Imagine you’re sitting on a beautiful beach. You’re watching your son building a sand castle. Life is beautiful. Imagine you’re eating some fresh fruit and
Welcome to my brain at 4 a.m. Should I get up and go out for coffee? Maybe there will be an interesting person sitting at
So, I’ve never been a very judgmental person. In fact, I’ve probably been the opposite most of my life- I always “feel bad” for people.
I’ve been up since 4 am; thinking about what to write today. I’ve had several ideas and still no words come. As I sit in