Friendships of Worth

I happy sighed as I slipped my arm into the mailbox.   Real mail.  Someone actually wrote our name with a pen, no automation involved. My friend, Laurie, was thinking of us. And it wouldn’t surprise me a bit if she sealed the invitation with a prayer and a smile. Our...

Sometimes the celebration isn’t Hallmark

  I love a good commercial.One of my favorite types are the ones where the mom walks down in a white terrycloth bathrobe, pours a cup of steaming hot coffee (previously brewed) and sniffs the aroma. And I watch in expectation. Remembering years of pouring cups,...

Ruth Graham

A very cool poem.What Mothers Cannot DoLord,in this frenzied putteringaround the house,see more!The dusting,straightening,muttering,are but the poorefforts of a heavy heartto help time pass.Praying on my kneesI get uptight;for hearts and livesare not the only...

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