I grew up in Miami where over half of the population lives with their hearts in two countries. You see in the early 60’s, my mom got on a plane with just two sets of clothes in her suitcase and fled the only home she’d ever known to find freedom. My mom finished high school…
My husband and I were sitting in our car in a parking lot waiting for an appointment when he spontaneously started playing a happy tune on his iPhone using the Garage Band app. I glanced up from the book I’d been reading to find him tapping away rhythmically with the passion of a virtuoso pianist…
Tonight, I put on my big girl pants and went to visit a very difficult person who is sick. Let me be honest — I did not want to go. Everything inside me wanted to hide and make excuses. I am too tired. I’ll just go tomorrow. I will call. A phone call is perfectly…
I was lost in the pages of a good book with highlighter in hand when suddenly an uncomfortable situation demanded my attention. The medical secretary behind the window at the front of the waiting room was having an obviously heated conversation with someone on the phone, and her frustration mounted as she attempted to explain…
This week, I decided I need to simplify my prayer life. I am saying goodbye to guilt and giving myself a break. I know the battle is won on my knees, but if I am snoring as I pick up my sword that is not very effective. I am not a morning person. Long interludes…
I’ve spent most of the week trying to wrap my head around how one man could have so much hate in his heart. My heart is heavy. Honestly, I haven’t watched much news this week. I just can’t. I can’t watch one more report about a senseless shooting where precious lives were wiped out with…