Look Mom, No Hands!
Sometimes we moms wonder if all the repeated teachings we perform as loving parents are ever really understood; emphasis on…
Author and Freelance Writer of Marketing, Informational and Persuasive Copy
Author and Freelance Writer of Marketing, Informational and Persuasive Copy
Sometimes we moms wonder if all the repeated teachings we perform as loving parents are ever really understood; emphasis on…
On a regular basis, Winnie eagerly climbed the fence two doors away to spend time with Butch and her poodles. …
It’s a choice to cry again, my dear one, for as you cry unknowingly My heartstrings’ tempo recognizes two-part harmony…
Fifty years ago, in my small little world of Rubberneck Avenue, I understood that families with German heritage “were Lutheran…
I began music lessons on April 9. The good news was that I had talent and an ear for music. …
Palm Sunday was always one of my favorite days; I loved receiving the beautifully flexible palm frond; I had absolutely…
During junior and senior high, I took French in school; much to my dismay, I wasn’t a “natural” at it,…
I can’t explain the depression and the grief that imprint upon my heart an underlying ache; at least, not very…
Daddy would get depressed on occasion, but he’d always played sports, so when he no longer was active himself, he…