Young people dread getting old. When I was young, I couldn’t imagine getting to be the age I am now. I remember when I was a child—maybe eight or nine—I wanted to think of an age that it would b...
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I always appreciate Jordan Smith’s willingness to write a column for our readers. You may remember that I first met Jordan when she was a Freshman at Liberty University pursuing studies in journalism. T...
My six-year-old grandson was running excitedly through his backyard, shouting, not in an alarming voice but as though he wanted everyone to hear and know the most happy and joyous news ever.
Having arrived once again at Mother’s Day, my friend Beth (who does the beautiful graphics on this blog) and I each wrote a tribute to our respective mothers. Both are gone from us—mine for decade...
I have changed my random thoughts several times since I started writing this blog. I’m doing it once again, and I hope for the last time. I woke up this morning with a strong impression that I needed to cha...
When Love Dies
During the hors d'oeuvre hour at the recent wedding of my grandson, I noticed a picture of my late husband&mdas...