March 26, 2018

Racing across the parking lot at the public library, I look up and see broken clouds. I’ve seen them before, but today I really see them. I pause and take a photo.

It feels like foreshadowing of what is to come. Lord, help me.

On entering the library, I head for the comp...

March 19, 2018

She was probably in her seventies. Salt-and-pepper hair.

Her cart was stalled, and she was looking at vases in an aisle in the Dollar Tree. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself or to me.

Her words: “I don’t know which one to buy.” I stopped pushing my cart.

She had...

March 12, 2018

I’m sharing a poem today. It was written by Bob Hicok.

I came across it days before my support group met. (I facilitate a support group for caregivers of loved ones with dementia.) Beautiful, resilient people in our group.

Researchers have found that caregiving can be da...

March 5, 2018

A beautiful day. A flock of robins in the yard, daffodils opening, the maple budding. Everything, mutely speaking of new birth.

Changes, in every direction I look. We are on the cusp from winter to spring.

I think of Billy Graham, long admired by many of us. He recently...

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