The abundance of blooming chrysanthemums enticed me. Of course, being only 4 or 5 years old at the time, I couldn't resist picking a ...

In my childhood I had never lost any close relatives to death. Except for my grandparents who had died long before I ever had a chance to kn...

Dear Mom, It was nice to smell the aroma of my childhood today as I sipped my cup of coffee. Yes, it's true! I didn't have my tea...

He's my Daddy He comes home from work wearing his grey striped overalls covered with Vanadium dust. I think he is the Preside...

Wrapping gifts tonight, it started to sink in. The time draws near when the big day arrives. Will I still be in this Grinch mode? I hope not...

A first person account of Daniel Mercy: I remember when my best friend, Johnny, came home from the hospital. We were both five. But he was...

What makes a person hoard, or collect things? Was it what triggered my mother's frequent visits to thrift shops and yard sales? She se...

Tell me... how you came to be, my friend, floating like a feather traversing the sky and hovering right here in front of me. Tell me...

Dear Charli, You are 8. You do not get to have a teenage size attitude, yet. You talk back, and you get time out because you are ...

What's a mother to do? When her first born babe dies at birth... When her kid swallows bleach... or overdoses on aspirin? When her 9 yea...

I think we are often lead, but do not always follow. Like a mother walking down the road with her child, there reaches a point where she has...

There are certain voices that, when you hear them, evoke a response deep in your psyche. They cannot be ignored. I had carelessly uploaded a...

Swaying in the breeze, the willow cried. Wind wanting to comfort her, could not. Of all the people on the earth, she loved that child t...

"Happiness. You deserve it. You have earned it. You get to have it and be present in this life, in this place, here and now." Th...