Gold Star Day

Well last Saturday was certainly a gold-star day. Remember the feeling of getting that star on your grade school paper, or the taste of the glue when you were allowed to put one wherever you wanted it? Perfection. My grandson, Carter, was born last Saturday morning. A snowy, blowy, cold winter morning made brighter by…

With Grace There Is Hope

Serendipity. What a great word. It is fun to say, it is fun to hear and it is so descriptive when used appropriately. I find it serendipitous that I can use serendipity here since I was also able to use it in my essay about my first mission trip with an Early Response Team to…

Rememberance

At this time of year (around Easter) I spend time reminiscing about the souls that have touched my life. This essay is a tribute to unconditional love and awe inspiring moments. It was a beautiful January morning.  The kind we seem to get every January nowadays. The snow had melted; the sky was a cerulean blue. …

Where The Wild Things Are

The night Max wore his wolf suit . . . and made mischief of one kind . . . and another… Was the night I started to worry. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew . . . and grew . . . And I looked for Max – in the forest –…

Simple Genius

I took a violin lesson last week. I gave fair warning to my friends in University Circle to head for the hills. I’m pretty sure I cleared every cat from the area in a 2-mile radius. I did however have a fabulously good time. I introduced myself to Gerald a bit early as neither of…