Cry of a Heart

I know what it feels like to lose a baby through a miscarriage. Not once, but twice. I understand the crushing pain of infertility for years. I, too, have grandbabies that I hope to someday meet in Heaven, who were also miscarried. Even though I never met my own...

United We Stand

Dutifully following my new husband, we slid into our circa 1960 Japanese right-hand drive automobile. It was the tiniest car I had ever ridden in besides Autotopia at Disneyland. Maneuvering through the streets of Seoul, S. Korea, felt like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. As we...

Yo-da-ladie-hoo!

If I am not mistaken, these are the exact words shepherds use to call sheep. Or maybe not. The closest I’ve ever gotten to a sheep was on a dinner plate in France. “Can I get this cooked more, s’il vous plaît!” I’ve heard today’s...