I’m going to tell you stories. In the desert where I was a child, the wind stings like anything. A…
I’m going to tell you stories. In the desert where I was a child, the wind stings like anything. A…
You are seen. You are not alone under the soil and darkness, I am lying beside you. …
I am earning new gray hairs. Only today a solitary white hair forced its way out of my scalp…
I am emotional about Louisa May Alcott. When I think of her I become misty. You may know her as…
One more circle to close. Before I loved The Bearded Wonder, there was a prophecy. A good man told The…
Last week, I wrote about God the Author; the one who pens the story of your life and the massive,…
We are home again. After five years of fighting for the life of our little boy, we are home and…
I haven’t written in a while. I’ve begun a number of posts, but they’ve all felt so forced. The truth…
I am good at self-denial. If there is a book out there pro-porting to solve all of my life’s woes…
I tossed and turned last night with fitful sleep. Nightmares made me squirm and nearly cry out for the first…
New England used to seem to me to be some sort of romantic place that only really existed in lovely…
A number of years ago a very smart friend of mine introduced a concept to me that has been tickling…
Dear Bearded Wonder, Remember when we used to keep a journal together and always signed it with “Happy Valentine’s Day”? …
Have you ever read a book that made you want to jump out of your seat and shout, “Me too!”? …
Having a child with ODD is not unlike carting a dark storm cloud with you everywhere you go. Imagine if…
“On the other side of grief there is joy. Inside of silent grief and unspoken pain, joy is robbed.” Stephen…
It seems to me that it is just at the very precise moment that I have put my weary feet…
It’s February, Congenital Heart Defect Awareness month and as such The Bearded Wonder and I have decided that it is…