Summer or winter, I throw open the blinds and curtains. I want light like a sunflower standing tall in a garden. When others think...

Almost August. My last two months are full of eustress* and distress: a family wedding, reunions, trips, plans broken, lack of rain,...

Judith Stagg Fleming (April 21, 1939 - April 25, 2017) Judith Stagg Fleming, 78, of Jonesboro would like to announce her change of...

I voted one way. He voted another. It skewed our relationship. I did not see his anger coming. When it’s a son, a mother can go blind,...

I’m exercising on the floor in front of a window. I do “the bridge,” an exercise to strengthen my back. When finished, I lie there...

On the way to town, I often talk to God while driving. Yesterday I asked God to open my eyes and my heart and show me a miracle. I am...

It is either a cyst or the cancer is back. I found it, but my heart is ungrateful. More information after a biopsy and days of waiting....

It is the week before Thanksgiving, and the oak leaves are yellowing. I am with others helping a friend pack up to move back to the...

It was after we had voted, after teasing with friends at the precinct, after meeting the man who owned the persimmon tree. Heading home,...