I told the older woman behind the counter at the dress shop that I liked her cross. Funny how those words opened up a conversation. She looked beyond retirement age but I’d watched her move expertly through the store: measuring brides-to-be for wedding gowns and teens for their prom dresses, and fetching yet another outfit… Continue reading A Cross to Wear
“Inshallah!” A friend of mine practiced nursing overseas for a year. She worked at a state-of-the-art hospital in Dubai. Besides being paid extremely well, she found the unit she worked on to be well-stocked with modern equipment and computers. However, she had one complaint. If she needed a “stat” x-ray performed or “stat” blood work done, she always got… Continue reading Seeking an End to Worry?
“If someone stabbed Giselle in the back, well, she’s the type of person that would say, ”I’m sorry. Was I in your way?”” A friend described my daughter. She’s just that sweet of a person. Giselle recently became engaged to a young man I’ve been fond of from the moment I met him. I couldn’t be happier… Continue reading Bridal Blessings!
I admit it. It was the second week of advent and I’d done nothing special. Sure, I read a bit of my little Advent booklet. But, I didn’t exert myself. It was time. I decided to choose kindness and peace. I figured that wouldn’t be too difficult as I’m not too confrontational. Well, I made… Continue reading Choosing Peace
Musical memory…is there such a thing? I’ve heard of muscle memory. How a person can hop on a bicycle despite any recent pedaling and still take a spin as if they rode yesterday. A couple of years ago, my hubby bought me an electric piano or keyboard. I don’t know what you call it; I… Continue reading Ode to Joy
Dwaine’s shoes were donated to him. “Brother Jimmy passed them over to me.” What is your biggest struggle with poverty on a daily basis? “It’s not what you think…it’s that I don’t have enough funds to help others out and that I’ve no money for further education. I’d like to get a degree.” “With me,… Continue reading Their Shoes #7
An isolated chair in great condition sat in the alley near the homeless shelter. I wonder if any homeless people rest a spell there. Christine, the shelter’s administrator, approved of my sister’s idea to raise awareness of poverty in Windsor. My sister is a successful writer. It’ll be an every Monday blog feature titled: Their Shoes.… Continue reading Consolation