Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Tonight, we are enjoying the last moments of summer. Tomorrow, a new school year begins. My daughter will be a first grader. I’ll be returning to teaching art and also … Continue reading The last moments of summer.
My grandmother would have turned 83 today. I think this is the first time in a very long time that I feel more blessed by her memory than sad that … Continue reading Of blessed memory.