This last Saturday we had our annual Deason Family Christmas Soirée. The family gathered at the home of Uncle Tim and Aunt Shannon for food ...

The night before Denise died, I spent the night with her at the hospice home. Denise was unable to swallow her own spit. Her whole body had ...

I've always believed that religion is a personal choice. I faithfully practice the rule that you don't talk about religion or politi...

A few years ago my friend, Laurie, shared a theory with me. She said, "Pick up a straw and bend it. Let it straighten out and bend it a...

I'm wearing a red flannel shirt today. Last year a family member that I love was going through a pretty rough time. I wondered and pon...

Today is nearly over. I think I'm glad for that. It's September 11 and we ALL know what that means. It's a day of sadness and gr...

I grew up with a love for music. I began plunking on the piano at a young age. I remember listening to my mom play - NOT plunk (trust me). M...