A Gesture of Love
I hear the tree branches hitting what sits above me and the howls of wind outside the house. I rush to mom and sit at her side. She...
How It Really Was - In those 'good old days'
It is time to tell a true story; one from my early childhood; one that haunts me and causes me pain even after all these years. Before I...
In Celebration of Freedom
Hope, Not Hate. That Simple
In Celebration of Mom's Forgotten
Meeting Ms. Sanders Ever have something occur in your life that changes your ideas or concepts? My first assignment as a Hospice...
Life Is Tough, Then You Meet...
It was friendship day yesterday. I tried to hide from it and concentrate on anything but friendship. Instead, I chose to write comments I...
