It’s 1965. I’m 6 years old. It’s Good Friday. What I know: There will be fish for dinner. Again. Yuck. We...
Words we fall back on
With age comes wisdom, right? - though I suppose foolishness finds its home even in the graying crowd. Deepening...
A Daily Practice
It's Poetry Friday! We're hosted by Carol Varsalona, who is sharing poetry postcards - a delightful poem swap...
The Spiritual Journey: Color & Light
It's a new month, and Bob has asked us to think about the color(s) we project to others, colors that act as a guiding...
Spiritual Thursdays: deeply: one little word
deeply: one little word ©draft, Patricia J. Franzi.longing for deep words that bite, borelike an auger in search of...