Life as a Miracle: My Mother Speaks Up

Life as a Miracle: My Mother Speaks Up

My mother was known for speaking her mind, a trait that I apparently inherited – read on! That particular day, it was good thing was that I was painting my mother’s fingernails. My head was bent to the task, so I didn’t look up. But I could hear. The...
Sunday Driver

Sunday Driver

Sunday Driver: “One who drives slowly, as for leisure or sightseeing.” Every Sunday afternoon, I recall clearly because I was at the “I want to learn to drive” age, my family went for a leisurely country drive. I wanted a turn, but…No. My...
Blizzard

Blizzard

It’s been a remarkable year, with most of our friends and family back East snowed in and under by weather: withering heights of snow, entrenched anxiety and disheveled spirits. Daggers of ice dripping from eaves, threatening to drive stakes into Spring. The...