from the roof  by Carol Reeve

I recently had an opportunity to submit some content to the author of a book on advice given by mothers. I’m sure there are far more that touch me daily, but there are two specific instances where my mother’s voice routinely transcends through time and space. To this day, I still apply these words regularly. The first was from grade school, when I was one girl in a group of three close girl friends. My mother continually cautioned me about groups of three: “In a group of thre

Talking with Ella last night about change, I explained how important it is for us to hold onto what we have with a loose grip. It's not ours; it has all been given to us by God. If we cling too tightly to anything (jobs, things, friends...), He will pry our fingers off of it, and that can be a painful process. Cling to Him and to each other; with everything else, keep the grip loose. (I'm trying.)

To the people who robbed the house my husband and I built as a sacred space: I found the can of tuna and the instant mashed potatoes you left behind. I hope you aren’t hungry. I noticed that you took the paper towels and the toilet paper. I suppose you needed them more than we did. My shampoo, my razor, and face cream are easier for me to replace than they are for you. I hope the mattresses you took now provide you with a comfortable place to lay your head and that the linens