The roads we travel in this life are not always easy. Sometimes the narrow winding path is a constant uphill climb with the threat of storm clouds around every bend. Just when we think we have weathered another storm, and…
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…
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…
I am one of those people who look far too long at what was on the road behind me, at what I could have done, at what I should have done and worst of all, what could have been. It’s…
My river is weeping gaudy tears upon the worn sand banks, rutted with the heartbreak from a thousand days of rivulets, formed by the ruthless backwash of a spring ill spent. Tomorrow promises floods renewed and torrents of mindless splashing…