Faith, Fiction, Friends

Sometimes, you find love where you least expect it.   Mary Oliver  (1935-2019) is not usually considered a love poet. at least in the tradit...

He laid down his quill and took a deep breath. He had been there for weeks, and it was easy to lose track of time. He sat on the fl...

It’s been a while since I posted a Saturday Good Reads, and what better day to that than Valentine’s Day? These are some of the good th...

For Janet Young I remember an album             Father hear your children call             Humbly at your feet we fall         ...

We must have been idiots. Feb. 14, 1973: We had known each other a little over a month. I gave her flowers. She gave me an album (...

I first saw her in a college newsroom. She was seated, waiting like a new reporter to talk to the managing editor. “I’m Janet Lowrey,” s...