Butterflies and Coins

Butterflies and Coins

My late husband Howard picked up coins. Pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters would appear in his path, and he always, and I mean always, stopped to pick them up. Stooping down from a height of 6’4” was no easy feat, with football knees and medically flat feet, but he...
The Days After

The Days After

A widow named Melody on one of my groups states the mood perfectly: Her wedding day wasn’t the best day of her life, it was the start of many best days. Likewise, the day her beloved died wasn’t the worst day of her life, it’s in living the days...
A Heart of Charity

A Heart of Charity

A Florida police department recently faced backlash on social media after asking for the community’s help in identifying a man who stole diapers and baby wipes from a Walmart after two of his credit cards were declined. Many commenters said that they would have gladly...
God is my Guide

God is my Guide

From my devotion this morning: “Should I face a mighty mountain or a valley dark and deep; The shepherd of my soul will be my guide.” Grief feels like both. It’s a mountain to climb, and a trek through a dark valley. Some moments I’m struggling...
Life is Short. Use the Crystal.

Life is Short. Use the Crystal.

When my beloved died last month, that was the end of our earthly celebrations. There were no more special occasions to bring out our Millennium Series Waterford flutes we’d gotten for our wedding in 2000. I’ve sipped many glasses of champagne in them over...