Sweetieland

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…