A LETTERED LOVE

God help me, I feel like I'm about to crash, Keep me trusting. Keep me believing. Keep me sane. Keep me unafraid. Slowly, without...

My daughter looked at me with those sorrowful brown eyes. In her hands she clutched the wooden cross mounted on a base and one of the...

In seasoned motherhood and empty nesting, I gather the remnant belongings of relocated children reminiscent of childhood pursuits.

I suppose an aerial front row seat of your farewell service may give you an idea of just how far your influence has gone.