A silent call to discernment “Nana, what is a foghorn?” “A foghorn is a powerfully loud,...

When a concerned Catholic priest called a spade a shovel and nailed the truth, in written word, to...

Another letter from Nana to Stitchie

Today I celebrate SEVEN years & SEVENtimesEIGHT (56) days.

On Heritage Day – a reflection from abroad

“The most alarming thing in your human is not the evil he does, but the fact that he can do it without feeling alarmed.”

Another fairytale from the creative mind of my brilliant five-year-old granddaughter, Emily Hay.

Every time I pick up my pen~I risk being pushed away or~Shoved aside, beyond outside~Where loneliness becomes invisible

A work of fiction, based on actual historical realities