Every mother changes the world

My small and quiet (but extremely determined) mother adopted a baby several years before marrying my father at age 32. She later had three babies of her own, and chose a lifelong career of mothering. I’m beyond grateful for that. She and Dad fostered well into their eighties. I long …

Welcome, spring

I’m making friends with early morning again. We get re-acquainted each spring when the sun’s rays poke through the window of our bedroom and coax me early from under my blankets. Sometimes I wander over to that window and sing a Sonny Salsbury sung I learned long ago: “Good morning, …

Piles of laughter

Other than these columns, I spend most of my writing energy penning serious letters and emails, on behalf of the amazing politician I work for and with. I’m blessed to do it, and thank God I can. But some days, another vein of writing busts out, a less serious one. …