It was the strangest thing. My pillow was lumpy. What in the world? I thought as I reached inside the pillowcase and pulled out several of my favorite scarves one right after the other—my red, green, and lavender. “Young lady,” I called out to my six-year-old...
Who loves classical music these days? My six-granddaughter does. And Mozart is one of her favorite composers. She plays his music over and over again. The other day, she pulled my hand. “I love it. C’mon, Nana, let’s dance.” Dance? It’s not salsa, I thought. I smiled...
With rushing from task to task, preparation and shopping, what happens to peace, perfect peace? I found it recently when my dear friend stopped by, and as always, she came with armfuls of gifts. She placed a big box in my hand. "It's hand-painted," she said as she...
"You got to write about that," my friend said on the phone. "Naw...people will think I'm a religious nut." "No, they won't." She argued and won. So here I go. As most of you know I dedicate Mondays to fasting and prayer. Not that I'm trying to be a holy roller, but I...
“How do you fight fear when you travel alone…I mean, being blind?” a woman asked me after I spoke at a retreat. “Good question,” I said. “I have to think about that.” Years ago, I traveled from Orlando to La Paz, Bolivia by myself for the first time. I prayed and...