They Talked With Their Hands

My Daddy was a very special person who loved people and he never knew a stranger. When I was a little girl, he took me with him when he would go to visit his brother. I remember how he always cared so much for my Uncle John. He and Daddy were very close and when they...

read more

What Really Matters

She sat in front of me last Sunday night at church, a little girl… named Morgan. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I didn't know Morgan very well. I was new at this church. She was there with her Grandparents that night because her Mother had been seriously ill for...

read more

Wilma’s Bag

It was a cold winter’s day when I first met her.   She came into the waiting area of the automotive department at the mall where I was waiting for them to put new tires on our van.   I watched her as she put down a large plastic bag that didn't...

read more

Pamela R. Blaine