By Mariel Davenport When I was about 6 years old, I took ballet lessons, like most little girls with big dreams. I loved the tu-tus, the leotards and the shoes. It didn’t take long for me to realize there was…
Someone who is very close to me recently had a rough day. It was kind of ironic, because the night before we had talked on the phone about how well things were going. Doesn’t it usually happen like that? …
God is good! I have survived another long, hard winter, and am still here to see another spring! My neighborhood is glorious right now. All the flowering trees are out, the deciduous trees have almost finished leafing, and their…
Happy Mother’s Day… For most of us, those words feel so good to say to our moms or to other women whom we respect and admire. But why, for so many of us, do those words conjure up feelings of…