It was 23 years ago this past week that my mother died. She had battled breast cancer for 10 years and spent much of that time beating it into submission, living a good life, but
If you are in a care-giving role, you may be feeling like you are a worn out floor mop used once too often and lost most of its ability to mop up the dirt and
I don’t want people to look at me and say “Boy, she’s had a little work done (plastic surgery)”. You all know what I mean. I live in Boca Raton where having plastic surgery is
Last week I wrote about the persecution of faith. I asked if God was being pushed out of our lives and if so, what are we doing about it. And it started me to thinking.