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Grief like so much turbulent water Overpowering my awareness Threatening to drown my now With memories and trauma of yesterdays Grief like rivulets falling succinctly Creating a rhythm My life beats along to you Imperceptible like private water torture Grief my enemy, robbing me of peace Haunting with ghosts Unexpectedly shadowing Lurking and besieging without warning Grief, my companion, ever near my heart

I approached him as he sat on the couch with a faraway, dejected look in his eyes, bent over and quietly said, “You are not a problem to be solved. You are a person to be loved. I believe in the overwhelming power of God’s love for you.” …

Erma Bombeck said guilt is the gift that keeps on giving. She nailed it. In my estimation, no one has a corner on the guilt market like us moms. We can dish it out and we stockpile it for ourselves. By the time our children reach the teen years, we…

It’s a New Year and everyone’s getting on the goal-setting bandwagon — including my cat. It’s remarkable! It’s not like she walked up and made the announcement to me. You know felines. …

A woman emailed me the other day. She’s a genius about all things marketing and collaboration. Her question was: “What is one thing you want to have done by this time next year?” Amidst all the end-of-the-year goal setting frenzy, her question stood out. One thing? I pondered. I have about 20…

Goals. We love them. We hate them. One thing is certain. We can’t ignore the end-of-the-year frenzy of goal-setting and resolution making. Newsfeeds, blogposts and even coffee shop conversations all veer towards the common fixation with the coming 365 days. I Planned Each Charted Course Frank Sinatra wasn’t the only one who did it his…

‘Twas five nights before Christmas And all through the home No one was stirring Because mom was alone The guys had all headed To the movies to buy Tickets to watch Star Wars Last Jedi So mom in her sweats Sat down on her chair surrounded by pets and not…

My childhood contained all the usual things you would expect. I played outdoors until the streetlights came on, imagined worlds with my friends, built forts, perfected my cartwheel and rode a pogo stick like a circus performer. Summers were spent traveling the country. My father taught mathematics at the university…