I wrote this in response to someone asking me what I think happens when we die. Certain pieces of this image are in fact based
A word for those facing storms: past, present, and imminent.
My youngest son wrote this essay in college, about 4 years ago. I am posting it today, with his permission, in honor of his wedding
“I might’ve cried a bit as I drifted into the bliss that is sleep when you need to let go, except suddenly I heard a very distinct rattling and “scrtch, crtsh, skitczh” and from the corner of my eye I saw…”
By Marie Duquette I’ve posted this piece before, but not recently. The image that came to me here of Jesus’ emerging from the tomb is
Today I spent hours organizing my words. In Gmail alone, I created folders and tags and placed nearly 21,000 emails in their respective cyber-spaces. It