An Elk Ate My Brussels Sprouts.

No, really. I was just bragging to hubby about how smart I was to leave the last few stalks in the garden as it would provide yummy fresh-from-the-earth vegies, when I went to pick some. Pride comes before the fall. I stood looking at the mess made of all my efforts...

The Honor of Weeping.

  For many years I have been one of the directors of a charity that assists pediatric cancer patients and their families. In that time I have learned so much about myself, suffering, kindness, courage, life, and most importantly death. I cannot now look at a...