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We give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way.

I admit it; I struggle with understanding poetry. I want to. I believe that really, really smart people understand and love poetry and I want to be one of those people. There is one poet who when I hear his words, I feel his meaning. Shel Silverstein is that poet. I hope Silverstein's poem from 

May All The Blessings Of The Season Be Yours

 We cherish too the Poppy redThat grows on fields where valor led,It seems to signal to the skiesThat blood of heroes never diesMoina MichaelI am grateful. I am grateful t...

{Fans along the route of the New York City Marathon}Malaise...that is the word that comes to mind as I have lived through the days and hours since the Boston Marathon Bombings. Malaise as defined by the Free Merriam Webster Dictionary means "a vague sense of mental or moral ill-being". The sadness that I feel for the victims and their families is...

{First Flowers of Spring}In celebration of National Poetry Month, enjoy Billy Collins poem, Today. If ever there were a spring day so per...

"Is there a purpose? Why are we here?"
A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near.
"I really do hope that someday I will know
the reason we stand out here in the snow,
ringing this bell as people walk by,
while thousands of snowflakes
descend from the sky."
The mother just smiled at her shivering son
who would rat...

My mother's premier Thanksgiving dish was her mashed potatoes. They are legendary in our family. She attempted to teach my sister and me how to prepare them just as she had but it never quite came out the same. Maybe it is because we were impatient or maybe it was because food always taste better when someone else prepares it. Sadly, this will be our first Thanksgiving without her. ...

Valentine's Day is fast approaching. I remember going into a store in early January and feeling overwhelmed by the mirage of pink and red hearts, proclaiming Valentine's Day would soon be here. Christmas decorations were still up in many of my neighbor’s homes. But, not in mine. Not this year. Maybe next year? I can't really think that far ahead. When I try to look ahead, it makes my head hurt. It is easier to just not think about it. Not think about it? How can I not think about i...

One of my favorite verses in the Bible reads, to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Ecc. 3:1. When I turned thirty, I started thinking about my purpose. I felt my life was incomplete; I wanted to do more, be more. I was married with three beautiful children and a career in radiology but everything had become mundane. I was a wife and a mother, but I wasn’t sure who “I” really was. I have always had big dreams and big ideas and more than plenty of good...