Deborah Malone
by Teresa Moyer MY RETURN TRIP HOME The assist service at the Charlotte airport was top notch. I was able to get a wheelchair outside before entering the airport. He asked to see my boarding pass and took me to security. I lit up again. By then, I wondered what in the world was in… Continue reading LESSONS I LEARNED PART 2
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By Bette Lafferty I wrote my first poem, about Santa Claus, at the age of five. I didn’t understand why my family laughed at my first creative project, but it hurt. Twenty-five years passed before I wrote poetry again. This time didn’t go much better than my first attempt. I admit, a poem about ants,… Continue reading KEEP THAT DREAM ALIVE!
I realized, in that moment, the day my ex-husband left me was not the worst day of my life, as I had thought for the past several decades. It was the best day of my life. All those years, I had blamed myself for the failed marriage. Now I knew Tim never would have been faithful to me. He had left the woman he'd had an affair with while married to me for another woman half his age. As Dr. Smith said, "He has a hole in his heart."
by June Chapko Roses have been a part of my life since childhood. I remember the delight on my mother's face when she received even a single rose; one I'd carefully plucked from a wild bush on my way home from our little neighborhood library. She would smile, give me a hug and place the… Continue reading Grandmother’s Yellow Rose
The next thing I remember is Jason racing into the bedroom and finding me on the floor. He knelt on the floor, gathered me in his arms, and reached for the phone to call 911. He just kept saying, "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me!" I could see the terror in his tear-filled eyes as he repeated it over and over.
by Danita Clark Abel Looking back , I have a clear image of what God was trying to do for me. But on that day, all I could see was despair and uncertainty. Surrounded by packing boxes, I sat on the floor of my master bathroom and slowly moved the contents of my cabinets, into… Continue reading Even With My Flaws God Still Loves Me
Where Hope Blooms 