I wrote this story the night a special friend died. She and I were late in life friends yet we shared a sort of sisterhood. I miss her. One of the greatest compliments about a woman is that she is a lady. Almost an unheard of word in this modern society, the description compares to gold. One … [Read more...]
Fishers of Men
On my daily walk along our beautiful beach this morning, I came upon a gentleman standing knee deep in the cold, ocean water. He had a smile on his face as he reeled in his empty fishing line -- shaking off the excess water. … [Read more...]
The Treasured Silver Knife
While putting away cleaned utensils, I looked at my silver knife. Kept with all the other kitchen tools, it is by far the most treasured cutting edge in the drawers. Though it shares space in a neat partition, the knife holds many special memories. … [Read more...]
The Last Feather
How many times have we seen a bird laying on the road pavement. For some reason this little creature had a message for me this particular day. We were just finishing up our evening walk as the small, dark form appeared ahead of us. The now-cooling asphalt road still held some warmth as my dogs … [Read more...]
The Yellow Shoes
I Wrote This Story at The End Of Summer 2014 Our young Nigerian priest shared a story about his childhood at a Sunday mass last September. With a small smile on his face, and his eyes brightly shining, the words slid out of his mouth. He recalled the first pair of shoes that had adorned his feet … [Read more...]
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