Words not spoken
From the Heart I’ve never been a woman of few words. I’ve just hoped and prayed that the words were wise. I have found that sometimes the best words are…
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The fabric of our lives
From the Heart On Friday evening, Emily sent me a picture where she and Leah were snuggled under a quilt that my mother had made many years ago. Chuck had…
Not an emergency
From the Heart “If this is an emergency, please hang up and call 911.” Have you called a doctor lately? I don’t know if the above command is a regulation…
All aboard!
From the Heart It was a beautiful Friday afternoon. I could hear the sound of the train coming north on the tracks into Atlanta. I saw the light on the…
Thoughts from a broken crown
From the Heart I have a new appreciation for nursery rhymes. I’ve changed them a bit in the past three weeks. Janet fell down and broke her crown. All the…
In my opinion
From the Heart JMHO … Just my humble opinion. I made a remark to my husband that something I said was just my humble opinion. He chuckled and said, “Honey,…
Ouch!
From the Heart So, what do frozen hot dog buns, frozen sweet potato fries and frozen green beans all have in common? Stay tuned and read on. It was Monday…
A woman named Mary . . .
From the Heart “If there be righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there be beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the…
Where I am today …
From the Heart As I have walked the halls of the assisted living residence, where my mother now lives, I have recognized the faces of people with whom I grew…
The house that love built
From the Heart It was 1952 when my parents moved into their house on North 12th Street. It was September 7, 1955 when the Welfare Department brought me to their…