It is the last day of the school year and I stand empty-handed with no gift to give you.It isn't that I haven't tried to think of something th...
When I was first incarcerated in 1987, the hardest part of doing prison time was being away from my children. This is common with most of the women in...
September 10, 2001, was our eighth wedding anniversary. My husband, Alan, was leaving the next day for a week back in California to try his last Clean...
As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,We became one color.As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning buildingWe became one class.As we...
My friend Peggy and I had both been to Paris before, but always as chaperones for youth groups or part of adult groups, seeing all the usual tourist s...
My husband brought our three young children down the long hall of the maternity ward, pausing to let them wave in each doorway at the new mothers cudd...
The year was 1964. The place was Chicago. A man I worked with had acquired a couple of all-leather, NFL regulation, 1963 Chicago Bears-inscribed footb...
The year was 1964. The place was Chicago. A man I worked with had acquired a couple of all-leather, NFL regulation, 1963 Chicago Bears-inscribed footb...
Two nuns were driving down a country road when they ran out of gas. They walked to a farmhouse and a farmer gave them some gasoline; but the only cont...
Less than a year after my wife’s funeral I was confronted with the most terrible realities of being a widower with five children.Notes from scho...