Not Even A Prayer

Since it hadn’t happened in a very long time, the whole thing shook me to my core. Last Saturday I went to the Women’s March in Topeka. Andrea, a close friend of mine asked me to accompany her, kind of a spur of the moment thing. Enthusiastically I...

A Man of Few Words

When my dad called me last week to tell me that my grandfather was in the hospital, I wasn’t all that concerned.  Pops was a tough guy, and he had survived a stroke and numerous other health problems throughout the years.  The next day, my dad called again.  The news...