The gift of 90 minutes
It was supposed to be a quick visit … so I thought. Ninety minutes later, I walked out the front door of my friend Boots’ home and felt the weight…
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Grandma Janet’s sermon
I am both old and old-fashioned. My grandchildren will testify to that. I may not be in the front row of their lives, but they can hear my voice from…
About that rocking chair …
Don’t put Janet in a rocking chair. A few weeks ago, my friend Mary Ann and I booked a $49 flight to Nashville and took an Uber to Franklin, Tenn., a Hallmark-like…
So many questions …
I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear every day. There’s too much of it. John Coffey spoke those…
You should have the discussion
You know her. Actually, you don’t think you know her because you haven’t heard her story. It would probably shock you. Your friend, relative, neighbor, or coworker is a survivor…
You know where I am going . . .
$1.33 Remember that number. They thought it could never happen. But it did. So, a referendum didn’t pass in the Ohio school district where my friend Kim taught. Now there…
Ten fingertips down
It’s 8:00 on a Monday morning, and I’m treating myself to a Bom Dia Breakfast at Bica Café in downtown Noblesville. The Crème Brûlée coffee is the icing on a…
Caught doing good
Nothing is more satisfying than being caught doing something good. That’s what my husband said when I told him what I was writing about in this week’s column. My mother…
Unpacking luggage & guilt
All packed up and ready to go until a nasty virus said … not today, lady. It was last Thursday around 2 a.m. when I woke up and realized the…
Embracing good times
Don’t take the good times for granted. That’s the name of a song I heard for the first time this week. I listened to it over and over, letting the…