My parents divorced when I was young. I came to Florida each year to see my dad – my only time with him. Torn between two homes. I used to love airports, the smell of jet fuel and the hustle bustle. Then I had… Continue Reading “Homesick…”
Sometimes I find my keys in my hand when I’m tearing through my purse or the house for the tenth time. We’re such a busy society that what is plainly in our hands is often missed. A good reminder of how oblivious we are… Continue Reading “Where are your keys?”
A hurting world cries out ‘where is justice’ ‘where is relief’ ‘where is help’? A son kills his father, policemen fear for their lives along with those they defend – and locked doors don’t protect. Rioters in the streets and rich young sports figures question what… Continue Reading “Strong In…”
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