Celebrating Our Differences
My yard grew freely the past two summers. My husband had died in August of 2012. Since then, I have been too busy trying to figure out my life. Currently and thankfully, I’m recovering from depression. The winter kept kicking out waves of arctic blasts. It was too…
by Caroline McGraw I’ve never shared this in a public forum before, but here goes: I go to counseling twice a month. The stigma of seeking support is lifting – in fact, April is Counseling Awareness month – but it still takes courage to admit it. Why? Because when…
Alright, maybe not in the eye—but, stick a needle or two, or even twenty, anywhere else on me and I might be okay with that. I am a converted believer in the power of acupuncture. Don’t worry, Doctor, I’m not ready to jump the Tardis and leave modern…
My lady Tisha, and I are big into using nutrition for maintaining our general health and well being. So, I thought I’d share what we did a few weeks ago, and will be doing again soon. We went to our local organic farmers market to purchase vegetables. In…
I was a weary traveler, I rode the less trodden path, felt the dust sting my eyes. I lay in fast pursuit of that which I knew existed, Of love without judgment, of acceptance without rules, of truly amazing grace. And with out-stretched hands I reached …to grasp…
I have been drinking a lot of hot water lately. I am close to finishing my first full year working as an English teacher in China. After almost a year in this vast, booming, ancient country, I have learned more about the culture and myself than I could…
Seven years ago, with my five children grown, I found that I still had a little maternal ‘juice’ left and began to mentor a young man of twelve, who I will call Andre. He and his younger sister were my summer gardening helpers. For them I was a…
I have a stunning, dark as ebony, beloved, singin’ west side of Chicago friend, who once told me I was her real, first “white” friend. It startled me! I asked her how that could possibly be, when I knew, as a pastor’s wife, she now had many women…
Yerlaz was a guest in our home for a week. He was from Kazakhstan. He visited at the invitation of US Congress via a program called Open World and through the International Services Council of Alabama. It has been quite an honor to host such guests and has always been…