Anniversaries always have us walking down memory lane. The older we get, the more we treasure those memories. They are precious gifts that lift and motivate us when life throws…
When their lips touched, it was soft, tender as a new bruise, a fragile thing that neither was sure of. Yet for all its fragility, they felt the spark, like…
In the early 1970s I stood at the train station on a summer afternoon, a lone young woman surrounded by a hundred men, most of them tanned and handsome; All…
You held the world in your eyes: a bright summer sky that sparkled over water when you felt joyful or mischievous, or light gray slate when sadness held you, darker…
Emily Dickinson said all we know of love is that love is all there is. I distinctly remember that because it was written on our wedding invitations. King Solomon wanted…
Love comes in many guises and depths. As Emily Dickenson once wrote: That love is all there is, is all we know of love. Valentine’s Day isn’t only about romantic…
In Your Arms Dedicated to my mother, Gladys Irene Sprathoff, 1919-2001. You hold the baby with loving arms. Pressed against your ample bosom, there is only comfort and peace. This…
I Want to Thank You (Dedicated to my family) It’s the time of year when we think about giving thanks, though heaven knows we should do that all year long,…
