Our conversations at the end of Nan's life were much deeper than they usually were. Click the post title to read more.
Maybe I should have scrolled past my friend's Facebook post and let it float way like a mylar balloon in the wind. Read more by clicking the post title.
The hatred in this country, our country, America, is palpable. Hatred kills. Read more by clicking the post title.
I look forward to the day the nightmare ends. Read all about it by clicking the post title.
The more varied your life's flavors, the more interesting, the more rich, the more adventuresome your life will be. Click the link title to read more!
I'm not talking cliche when I say that we, the tourists in New York City, three weeks after 9/11, were welcomed with open arms. Not only that, gracious and grateful words were on every tongue.
Just remember: Your steaks, chops, ribs, etc., come from a living, breathing animal that goes though a traumatic experience to end up on your plate.
We should not erase history but we should acknowledge its flaws, and do what we can to heal it with compassion. Read more by clicking the post title.
My birch was unique. It was beautiful. It fascinated me with its rugged underflesh. Even the copse of trees near the creek was void of anything like my old birch. Click the link to read more.
Today, the sun and the moon shared a moment and we were witness. Click the post title to read more!