A Tree and a Shoot Remind Us: Hope is not Lost

Trees are my friends. At the age of sixteen, I hugged my first tree on a lonely night when I didn’t feel loved. Boy-loved. I walked out to the backyard and needed some comfort from someone. The tree seemed willing. If you love trees and don’t know why...

How Does Being Different Feel?

I don’t know when being different from others awakened in my consciousness, but certainly, a little before high school, I understood my way of acting and thinking did not conform to others’ actions or thoughts. It didn’t bother me much because I knew...

Five Minute Friday: Work

One shared promptly. Five unedited minutes. That’s the challenge of an online writing group I have discovered. This is my first five minutes, unedited submission on the topic of Work. My work. My life’s work. What is the legacy of my life’s...

Miracles Always Fascinate, But Would You Be Convinced?

Miracles always fascinate me, although the Doubting Thomas in me flashes like a neon sign when I read of them. The miracle below melted the stubborn toughness that still clings to the edges of my soul’s robe. I’m not sure why I find myself drawn to images...