How do you know if you’re happy? How do you know if you’ve grown up? How do you know that you’ve given all you can give? My momma used to joke at times saying, “I can’t know that.” I’ve adopted this phrase most recently saying it in conjunction with things I don’t desire to know.
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One summer afternoon in the sweltering heat of south Florida, a man toiled laying concrete blocks in order to expand his home by adding a garage. The sun beat down and the sweat dripped. Each block lifted weighed between 25-30 pounds. The man had been at this task for quite some time. From out of
Here we are- the weekend of Valentine’s Day. Yippee! It wasn’t always this way you know. My life wasn’t always filled with the abundance of love I now feel. After all, what trumps a husband, two kids, a cat AND a dog? Throw in 24 kindergarten students who think I hung the moon, and well,
I was blessed last evening to hear Greg Mortenson, author of Three Cups of Tea, speak at the College of Charleston. Walking away and throughout the night and today I reflected upon his comments which steadily hailed the value of the elder members of society. He spoke of the ways their knowledge, wisdom, and experience come
Tears streamed silently down his face and mucous darted in and out of his nose as he sniffed. I motioned to him to come to me. He did. When I asked him what was wrong he tearfully told me, “I miss my mommy.” I told him I missed my mommy too and asked if he