Autumn is such a reflective time of year, isn’t it? At least it is for me. We haven’t yet made it to the melancholia of the barren wintry landscape. No, we are in the process of organizing, rearranging, putting away, saving and storing, and remembering how we did things last year or the year before and even how our grands led the way so many decades ago. I have such fond memories of going to my grandparent’s farm in south Mississippi for all the fall and winter holidays, as w

In many locations across the world, autumn with all of its glorious changes is showing off in the brilliant warm colors of fall. The last remaining spring and summer flowers are fading quickly, giving way to falling leaves, dried stalks, and wilting grasses. The urge to tidy up is overwhelming for many people as they relish being out in the cooler, sunny days and anticipate the wintry blasts quickly approaching. But as you survey your landscape while deciding what to tackle,

I recently lost one of my best friends, a friend who loved freely, constantly, and unconditionally. He was a dog named Journey. But he was so much more. As I've reflected, I've realized that "Journey" was the perfect name for this fella, because his life truly has been a metaphor for life itself. You see, a journey isn't just a trip or distraction. It's the purposeful unfolding of who we are meant to become. Journey travelled through many places and experienced numerous ch

The body inflamed Almost seven years ago, December 2018, I became primary (and sole) caretaker for my mom. At the time, she was 86 and...