It was 1989 . . . I was a young woman living in New York City.  The media blasted the shocking story for weeks, months, years: “The Central Park Jogger.”  She was a woman my age who went out jogging one night only to spend the next years fighting for her life. (more…)

My creative energies have been directed toward a lecture that I’m giving this week in South Carolina.  So I’m leaving you with one of my first blogs, but one that many of my readers have found touching . . . 

Harold is waiting to die.  There were six of us at his bedside in the county nursing home, leaning toward him singing softly, “Amazing grace . . . how sweet the sound . . . “  Tears in his eyes, he shook each of our hands saying, “Thank you, you don’t know how much that meant to me.”  Little did he know how much it had meant to us . . . ..how much he meant to me. (more…)

I’ve always thought the name ‘Black Friday’ sounded like a plague or a financial catastrophe.  The term actually refers to the tipping point for many retailers — the day when their books go from the red to the black. (more…)

I’ll never forget a Thanksgiving sermon by Reverend Will Saunders.  He said that although we imagine the pilgrims were grateful because they survived the harsh conditions of their new world, perhaps we should reflect on the possibility that they survived because they were grateful. (more…)

They’ve been after me for over a year now.  They call, they text, they send me offers in the mail.  My wireless phone company – who shall remain nameless – is desperately trying to persuade me to upgrade my cell phone.

The thing is, my current phone works perfectly.  I like its old fashioned flip top and I finally know how to use all of its simple functions.  Sure, sometimes I’m tempted to get a flashier model with all the bells and whistles, but do I really need it? (more…)