I was disgusted, as I usually am, by trump’s* speech given on October 27, 2019, regarding the death of terrorist Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi. I figured the speech would be a happy dance for his base since it involved more verbiage than his tweets containing predictable self-praise and excruciatingly poor grammar. I was about to turn … Continue reading Who is to say how we shall die?
I thought I would share with you this short story. . . about Summer Senses.
This past Tuesday I had a profound life-changing experience. My friend Betsy, urged me to join her in attending the last of the summer’s meditation series offered locally on Ignatian Contemplation.
I was reminded this week that daily life is made up of small expectations that give one comfort
In my writing workshop, we were challenged with the prompt, "She looked through the keyhole and she saw. . ." This was my submission and since I think it may be appropriate for the holidays, I thought I would post it for you. Merry Christmas! Silent Night