Friends On this Tuesday morning, I am remembering that tragic Tuesday morning twenty years ago. Below is my true story of my experiences on that September day. I hope you will take a moment to read and remember. Nowhere To Go It was a splendid September morning, the sky painted a bright, cornflower … Continue reading 9/11: Remembering the 20th Anniversary
Oh, clap your hands, all you peoples! Shout to God with the voice of triumph! Psalm 47:1 - NKJV For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah … Continue reading Merry Christmas!
I am thankful for my freedom today, indebted to my ancestors who toiled and sacrificed to give us this freedom. I give thanks for the men and women of the Armed Services who daily endure great sacrifice to keep us free. In a time when many seek to divide us, let us instead choose to … Continue reading Happy Independence Day!
Friends Happy Valentine's Day! My heartfelt thanks for your continued support of my writing. On this day that celebrates love, I want to share a heartwarming story about my father's heart attack in 1981 and the exceptional care our family received from the hospital staff and the kind people of a small Ohio town. On … Continue reading Out Of The Cornfields
Looking back, my young life was filled with an endless series of boxes. Yes, boxes. Boxes to pack things up. Boxes to unpack. When you move 29 times, you end up with a bunch of boxes. As an Army wife in the 1960s and 70s, my mother was an expert at packing. Army life in … Continue reading Boxes
"You must be used to not driving by now", she said. I stood there, looking at her, feeling like someone had just punched me in the gut. She had said it so matter-of-factly. No big deal. She was just making conversation. I think she really thought that. My reaction was a whole other matter. I … Continue reading Regret and His Brothers
If you happened upon him in your daily travels, you would not be impressed. You would likely pass him by with only a casual glance. His faded red shirt and blue overalls are threadbare. His shoes are worn and covered with the grime of years gone by. His bright blue eyes light up his face … Continue reading Beany and Me: Memoirs of an Army Brat