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Every morning felt heavy and grey.  But one day as I was sitting in my prayer garden wrapped in sad memories, I saw a little splotch of yel

A poem dedicated to my beloved cat Norty

There are times when I just don't have the strength to face whatever is in front of me.

An early morning conversation with God

For I know the plans I have for you.

It's so easy to worry. At least for me. That funny noise in the car, a late notice, a doctor appointment. What if? What will happen? How will I deal with...? A million questions seem to flutter through my mind over the tiniest fears. 

In the midst of a grey winter and the ongoing pandemic, things feel really sad.  One of my favorite feral cats is missing. She may yet...

When things look bleak remember that God is in control. He will send guardian angels to guide you and protect you. Seek him now!

In this time of pandemic and confusion, I often feel helpless. And as the days and months go by, I don't know what I can do other than...

Grandma?   Yes, honey .   Is it true that Alexa used to be A round cylinder?   Yes, baby. Without arms, even?   Yes, and no legs either....

I remember my great aunt...

So it took six weeks. Where do cats go when They aren’t at my house Looking for food? But back she was At our door. Thinner but looking...

Maybe she is ok. Maybe not. The orange feral mama cat Who visited us regularly for months. Sometimes stepping through our front door just...

No matter what is happening it is important to remember God is good all the time. And all the time God is good. What does that mean? That...

An Afternoon with Jane   Oh, to eat chocolate cake  While wearing a white linen dress Sitting in the room where She wrote about life....

It stood in the vast front hallHot Texas sun bleaching its wood.Silent,Tall,A brassy moon face peering out fromBehind the glass.Even on...

Hopeful hopelessnessSadness caught in marble.He’s goneBut he’s hereIn my arms one last time.Let me look At his beautiful face.His perfect...

Five leaves Are all that’s leftOn the greying, knottedBranches.The last fig stolenBy the glossy black ravenAn afternoon ago.No green...

Where does the time go?Where does it run to?How can so many daysAnd hours and secondsAnd years speed byWhen suddenly old happens.What is...

Years ago when I was teaching drama at a Junior High in Florida, I gave the class an assignment to observe an old person and then do a...