The numerous photos show my great aunt and uncle's large and successful farming operation in North Dakota back in the early 1900s.
The kindness of one elderly man changed my life and made me feel worthy. The stories of his wife reminded me that people face tragedy and loss silently. I learned about kindness changed me forever.
I love Thanksgiving, but it always brings back the memory of the 60's and how so many of our boys were sent to Vietnam. This is the story of my brother. My older and loved brother. My only brother!
In June 2010 I decided to go back to college. Four years later I graduated with the bachelor's and two later, the master's; soon the doctoral degree. It is never too late to improve oneself.
Those days we were so poor. If my mother bought a chicken to cook or roast, she would mentally divide the chicken according to the size of the household, so at least each one got a piece. There were
When you think you will never meet “the one” and life smiles on you and you find a love that grows deeper every day!
The first of December, my dear mother's birthday. It will always be one of my most special days as it has been since I was a child and worked for whatever I could get to always have a present for her.
Death. The longer we live, the more of it we see. What does it take to watch loved ones pass on? What gives meaning in the midst dying? This essay is based on the courage and experiences of my mother.
The true story of the power of prayer, the importance of Faith in our lives, and how it transformed my life.
My life with a schizophrenic. He was also diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), the new way to say multiple personalities. We were together 5 years.
My parents stopped moving in a small town in north Florida. Looking back I have fun memories of a nature-filled childhood.
One of the Wassailing traditions is to toast the apple trees and scare away any blight lurking in the orchards. I headed to Worcestershire, England, to take part in a traditional orchard wassail.