Ah, the humble grocery list. I often find scraps of paper in my pockets with scribbled reminders of the food we need. Milk is usually at the top of the list. Also eggs, sausage and bacon for the one meal I make that never changes: Sunday morning breakfast. When I shop without a list, I…
I sent my critique partner one of my short stories, “During the Ball,” about what happened during Cinderella’s ball (no one falls into “happily ever after” during one dance). Anyway, she said that one of her favorite things about it was how it seemed to have just flowed out of me. She’s right. I sat…
Disclaimer: This is my humble offering after many years of thought and prayer. If you have found your own meaning, please leave it in a comment. I welcome any and all perspectives. As I was lying sleepless last night, I realized that, though I discovered the meaning of life many years ago, I never shared.…
My friend, Sheila, died today. I once joked with my sister-in-law that I hated turning 60 because, when you died after 60, you went from “she’s gone too soon” to “she lived a long, full life.” No one would ever say that about Sheila. Yes, she did cram as much living as possible into the…
I have a friend–a very good friend–who works with an organization called Canine Assistants based in Alpharetta, Georgia. If you haven’t heard of it, don’t be surprised. They are just a small group of wonderfully kind, dedicated people who train dogs to assist people who need a little or a lot of help. My friend…
Beth Warstadt 