Opinion




Cloak of shame

For much of my life, I wore a heavy cloak of shame. I couldn’t shake it. Even if I was successful in ridding myself of it for a short period…


Mother was a drop-out, part 1

Here’s another one of Mom’s yarns. School days began at Sterling Elementary School. It was about two blocks from home if I went out the back way. (Be sure to…



Pressing flowers

Have you ever received a gift and been so enamored with it that you wonder how you’ve gone your entire life without it? For me, it happened on my birthday…



“No” isn’t a bad word

Has saying no to something good ever been a struggle for you? Are you a people-pleaser? Do you compare yourself to others? Me too. How could I say no? I…