The More-Prayer and a Happy Dance

I can still see the white pillowcase stuffed with rocks and ragged squares of torn sheets. She would carry it over her shoulder in Santa Clause fashion and plop it on the classroom table. "This is SO heavy!" my mom would exclaim.  "What on earth is  inside?!" She would take out the first rock and unwrap... Continue Reading →

The Power of Words

Brett is looking sharp in khakis and a button down shirt, his tie bearing Floridian brightness.  My brother, Charles, and his wife, Jil, are also in country club attire.  I have on a black dress - a safe choice.  I'm wearing that pearl necklace Mom gave me.  Nice touch. We are aggressively sipping white wine... Continue Reading →

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