“Where are you from?” This may be one of the first questions you put to a person who was a complete stranger only minutes before. I believe this question is the most quintessential of any query we may make to another. With these words, we are inviting the other to open up the door to…… Continue reading Where Are You From?
I was surprised when five year old Dylan (not his real name) broke ranks with the group of older children, most of whom he knew – one was his brother, to cross the invisible line and hand another child the pair of shoes he was holding. He did this without anyone prompting him. In fact…… Continue reading Doing the Right Thing
It is not OK. It is not well with my soul, and no manner of things are well. Not to disparage Julian of Norwich, but this is how I feel. I am so used to hearing of men, women and children being gunned down by evil, that my heart has become crusted over with scar…… Continue reading All is Not Well
The Macaca fuscata monkeys had been observed by scientist on the island of Koshima in Japan for over 30 years. One morning in 1952 scientists observed an 18 month old monkey take the extra time to rinse the sand off the sweet potato provided for her before she began to eat it. Soon the little…… Continue reading 100 Monkeys and Change
It seems we can’t make it through a week without some new allegation or image from the past coming forth on the media to condemn some public figure. The most recent are the images of Democratic Governor Ralph Northam in blackface alongside a person dressed in KKK garb. The photo is sooooo offensive, I cannot…… Continue reading Judging Yesterday
“One time I got down on my knees and cried and begged him to forgive me, but he would not,” Elizabeth’s (not her real name) eyes glistened with tears as she recalled the hard heartedness of her husband. She ended her story by telling me that when her beloved Robert died suddenly, after 50 years…… Continue reading He Would Not Forgive Her
I have been wanting to write a new post under the Story category, which for me would mean something entertaining and funny, but currently I am bereft of ideas. In the past if I did not have something immediately in front of me that was hilarious, I’d go to my archives, that is the storehouse…… Continue reading You Can’t Make This S——t Up!