He had, I’d noted, been asking questions the day of and the day before.  “What is disobedience?” was one, and the door had opened yet again for Mother to explain

Jesus in skin, receiving the needy, a line of humanity bedraggled stretching before him.  There, the woman bent with an issue of blood that had kept her weak.  Behind her,

What a day that was!  All that hoopla and warm wishes and friends popping into my virtual cubicle, cheerful faces shining, just because.  Just because 44 years ago yesterday, I

Yesterday morning, I stole out early with my mug of coffee to sit and watch the sunrise.  The clouds were tinted pink and orange.  The land was coming awake with