I looked at my hands, wishing they were young, slender and beautiful like they were when I was young. The longer I looked; I began to think of my mother’s hands. They were so beautiful, even at the age of seventy-six. They were hands that loved me, hands that cared for family, home, and hearth... Continue Reading →

I Still Believe

The excitement is building.  The atmosphere is so charged with it, that it’s palpable. Change is coming.  The entire landscape of the world changes when the American people elect a new president. “I voted,” the sticker reads. What does it mean?  I did my part, exercised my right?  It’s so much more than that. Casting... Continue Reading →

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