As I stand here gazing at the calm waves, I think about my grandmother, Maude. A lovely woman who was a nurse during the second World War. She was twenty-three at the time. I can still remember the sadness in her eyes when she spoke of the young soldiers who died. There was one particular … More The Letter/Choices #writephoto
Where was the brooch? She hadn’t seen it since…her face turned pale when it hit her that she hadn’t seen it since the night she was at the cottage with…Ron. She got up from the desk and began to pace the room, trying to figure out what to do. She couldn’t go back there … More In A Jam/Beneath #writephoto
And he took the path to her house In the twilight, in the evening, In the black and dark night. – Proverbs 7:8, 9 “Man, you have to be crazy to go over there,” Felipe told Simón. “Her husband’s out of town.” “So what? You shouldn’t be going with her. She’s trouble.” “No, she’s not!” … More Simón’s Temptation
The sparkle in a grandmother’s eyes the first time she sees and holds her first and only grandchild. He is nine years old now and the sparkle is still there in her eyes when he visits her in the nursing home. The Parkinson’s has her confined her to a wheelchair now but it cannot take … More The Little Star
It was Saturday morning and Andrea was at the nursing home visiting Mrs. Alvarez, dear woman whom she met through her grandmother. After her grandmother passed away, Andrea continued to visit Mrs. Alvarez who was always delighted to see her. She was in a wheelchair and although she was ninety years old, her mind was … More The Nursing Home
A grainy photo of a child, a beloved grandmother. Survivor of the Holocaust. Deceased. God spared her from witnessing the hatred that has gripped the nation– the country that she had called home for so many years. It was the same kind of hate which had invaded, occupied her country and imprisoned her and over 400,000 Jews in the … More The Great Divide
As she drank her tea, she thought of her grandmother. Grams would have turned 90 today. How she missed her. It was Grams who got her into the habit of drinking tea in the afternoons. She thought of the times when she used to walk over to Grams’ house after school and sit at the … More The Afternoon Tradition
