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

We wait to hear the outcome of surgery. Tension. The grandboy’s appendix must be removed, but surgery (any kind) has risk. None of us...

If we only knew the load each person bears, we’d likely become more loving, giving, caring. I wonder if God is bringing more and more...

Embers in my throat. Coughing and miserable. I’ve overdone. Now, I’m undone. I want to blame my schedule, my own private gong show, but a...

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

Are there rules for a blog? I don’t know. If rigid rules exist, I’m probably breaking one right here and now. (Are there blog police? Am...

The dogwoods are blooming. I am returning home this morning from a poetry retreat. A son lives in a town between the retreat site and...

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,...

Judy, my friend, just heard those hard words. Oh my! What do people do when they hear that? How do they think with all those feelings...

Fog, mist, chill in the air. I visit a friend who just rescued another dog. She worries aloud that she has no place to permanently keep...