This time of year we celebrate motherhood and rightfully honor those in this noble position. Lord knows moms deserve our recognition and gratitude for their unrelenting, devoted love. But for those women who

Greetings to all my socially-distant readers. We are now well into our pandemic coping skills. Most of the shock of our jostled, new lives has worn off and, for the most part, we’ve stopped asking the question, “Is this really happening?”

Easter has always been a reflective time for me—a time when I let the sacrifice of the cross and its compelling love resonate in my thoughts and sink deep into my soul.

A few years back, when my grandchildren were all quite young, we experienced a cold and flu season that seemed relentless. No sooner would one child recover from an infection than the next would be socked with it. This went on for months!