Tomorrow marks eight years since my mother died—her “last, great journey” as she called death. Just a month shy of 96 years old, she was born in China of missionary…
We may have some badly needed rain today. The light is soft and saturated with the many colors of Spring. It is a good morning. What a pleasure to quietly…
Yesterday I wrote about Mother Earth. My birth mother would be 103 today if she were still alive. As it was, she lived to be nearly 96, dying shortly after…
Still Learning To See 