Tuning Out the Noise Through Nature and Silence

I live in an area of my city that’s near a hospital and a fire station, so the sound of sirens is frequent. The people in my neighborhood take care of their yards, so the mingled sounds of lawn mowers, edgers, and leaf blowers are nearly constant. Add to all of...

33 Years… A Widow Reflects

Russ on his 1500-mile East Coast Wheelchair Push, 1991   Today is April 27, 2026. As I opened my journal this morning, the first words that came flowing out on paper were, “It was 33 years ago today that I held Russ for the last time.” Boy, I...

Barren Graves, Barren Bodies: A Reflection

  Nearly every year as Easter approaches, I commit the biggest cardinal sin one can commit in my small, southern hometown. I rarely put flowers on my parents’ graves. Growing up, I recall hearing them talk about who did not place flowers on their loved ones...