Oft We Look Oft We Look Oft we look beyond our longing selves Seeking potions to fill the empty years We stumble and fall so
The Mission of Hope Where have all the ‘Mother Teresas’ gone? Are there no more Francis of Assisis’? No more Billy Grahams? Can we not
Watch Nonnie Write! Thank you all for dropping by today. I hope it was the title of this post that enticed you to do so.
“In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove. In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” Alfred
Flowers and Fate Flowers and Fate (Flash Fiction Inspired by Truth) “Red or yellow roses, Sir?” the older lady in the flower shop asked. The
The End The End I was a beaten man! There was nothing left! No wife! No children! No job! The only clothes I owned covered