I am hiding upstairs. Why? Because it’s Halloween and I have a maniacal dog who attacks the door every time the doorbell rings and, because, I hate Halloween. It’s true.…
In honor of my mom, Sue Strother. One of mom’s favorite Psalms and Christian songs started with “You have turned my mourning into dancing, Lord.” She sang that song every…
Someone recently sent me a note after reading my blog and asked me how I had it so together. Momentarily flattered, I wondered how to respond with some humility. Then…
Everyone’s journey is a road less travelled, a path without a map that is ours to walk. Along the way, we might be diverted by the footprints of others who…