Making It Mine

Another fresh day, and I am so focused on how much there is to be thankful for. It is still a sad sad time for our friend in another state as she experienced her husband’s choice to end his life. How much my heart aches for her and their children and extended family. Once again…

Somedays I am simply not a very well done person. Today I have been on a pity party, right up to two phone calls. One from a long ago friend who let me know a close friend had just committed suicide in the past few hours, another friend then called who has found out that…

When I lived in Stephens, Arkansas, a tiny town in Southern Arkansas, a dear dear lady, Virginia Turner Smith, had developed singlehandedly an afterschool program for the town’s children K-6th. No federal funds, no grant money, just a determined Grandmother who wanted all children to have a special place to learn. The program was called…