Grief moves within each one of us. Whether it is profoundly acute or subtle, grief is not a discrete thing, just by itself . . . out...

A puzzle, emerging from two separate pieces, begins on my refrigerator. I’m always looking for ideas that lead to more understanding of...

T. S. Eliot’s words and I recently found each other again. “I said to my soul, be still, and wait. . .. So the darkness shall be the...

Lately, I’ve been honored to listen quietly to four different women whose lifestyles include separate, but extremely difficult and...

I rolled down my window to hand my membership card to a masked woman in a park ranger uniform. She reached for my card and answered my...

Children die; friends and family hear life-threatening diagnoses, we find ourselves in challenging physical or emotional situations, on...

My Friends, Thanks again for sharing your thoughts on the new cover ideas for my books. You helped. Both books are now re-dressed and...