A young woman was exhausted that day, defeated and feeling hopeless. In a last small breath of faith, she dropped to her knees in prayer. "Dear God, I can't go on," she said. "My problems overwhelm me. My burden is too heavy. I must give … [Read more...]

Libby knows hardship and struggle. She is only eight years old with little guidance from her mother or father, who are virtually absent in her young life. You could call her a free-range child. She is free to wonder and wander about in her … [Read more...]

The student asked the teacher, "Where does God live?" The other children laughed at the boy. "Dummy," said one youngster. "Everyone knows God lives in heaven." Another girl spoke up. "God is everywhere. Above us, below us, and around us." … [Read more...]

Shmuel was one of many tailors in the town of Shpeltz. His business was failing. Truth be told, he wasn't very good at his craft. His stitches were uneven, unfinished, or he would use thread that didn't match. His business sense was more lacking … [Read more...]

Tommy is my youngest. He's a marine deployed in Afghanistan. My boy is brave and strong and smart. He's also a complete softie. His heart overflows with compassion. He sent me an email a few months back asking me to help him collect toys for the … [Read more...]

Pauline lost the last drop of her eyesight in August. Glaucoma had been eating it up for years while she diligently fed her eyes Cambigan and Roklatan, medicine to stabilize her pressure and prolong the inevitable blindness. “Well, Ma, it’s time … [Read more...]

Sherry is a queer girl. Not queer in the way the word is used today - reflecting one’s sexual preference. She isn’t queer in the 1960’s schoolyard description of the unpopular kid. Sherry is queer because she is odd. Unconventional. Not like the … [Read more...]

Sweetie was at the end of her rope. Her nerves were frayed; she was depressed and despondent. There was no end in sight. She dropped to her knees. Her watery eyes were now dripping endless tears. "Please, God, help me. I can't go on. My burdens … [Read more...]

My Mami was never my hero. And I wasn’t hers either. As long as I can remember, we had a relationship where we merely tolerated each other. January 1, 2020 A new year. I’m thirty years old, and I still live in my childhood bedroom, under Mami’s … [Read more...]