The Lord is in control, the Facebook entry said. I’m not religious, but I often find “Thank you, Jesus,” remarks threaded through my feed page. Mostly, I ignore or delete them. But on the day this one popped onto my computer screen, I was in a different state of mind. If
The fly sitting in the staircase window of my retirement center has been dead for several months. Unlike me, most folks don’t use the back exit to reach ground level. They prefer the elevator. I may be the only person in the building to bear witness to the insect’s slow deca
In 2011, Lara Logan, a CBS reporter, was in Cairo’s Tahrir Square covering the Arab Spring celebration– the peaceful overthrow of Hosni Murbaraks’ military dictatorship. The crowd was jubilant as they sang and danced in the streets, so the reporter was surprised when her
The woman on Facebook said I didn’t understand her comment and accused me of being sarcastic. I thought I was engaging in subtle teaching. She needed to see what she’d written made no sense and that blaming others for misunderstanding her wasn’t kosher. The person who send
Before he took his life to escape the ravages of ALS, a gentleman with a wicked sense of humor shared this thought about his neighbor: She is a woman of strong opinions—most of them wrong. A little wicked myself, I laughed but felt guilty afterward. Even so, the witticism was apt.
Advance reader praise for Gettling Lost to Find Home. from Anne Hillerman, Author of the Chee/Leaphorn/Manuelito mysteries including The Way of the Bear, 2023 Caroline Miller has gifted us with a compelling story full of hope, adventure, and friendship. She offers an intimate look
“I’m back to magical thinking,” the woman emailed. She was expecting a devastating medical report after a series of tests. The reply I sent back came after a moment of pondering. “I’m imagining the doctors have misread the original data. It happened to me.” To give false h
The two tall men pulled out chairs on either side of me as we sat at the lunch table. Former colleagues from my political days, Covid had severed our connection three years ago. Now we were reviving the contact. Happily, both men looked well though one admitted he was struggling w
The email came as a disappointment. My friend had come down with Covid. That meant a reading of his short stories, both a public and Zoom event, was canceled. For two decades, I’d encouraged his writing, so I was looking forward to the occasion. Twelve years my junior, I knew my