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?
The young man sat hunched over in his old wheelchair. It was the kind you roll with your hands, not an electric model. An overturned baseball cap was held out by chapped, bare hands. My daughter and I had walked three blocks on a blustery January afternoon. We’d passed by six parking meters, each one labeled… Continue reading Pay You Double!
“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
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
Mom, two of my sisters and I were ushered from Dad’s bedside into the ICU quiet room. On the wall was a large painting of whimsical poppies on thin stems. Strong stems to support big flowers of crepe paper texture. Delicate yet strong. I’ve always loved poppies since watching The Wizard of Oz as a… Continue reading Peaceful Poppies for Dad