Two years ago, our family of five packed a suitcase per person with all our favorite things, left ALL our belongings in California, boarded a plane and arrived in Panama City Beach. Today, it's a sunny, wanna-be-spring Saturday afternoon and I am sitting in my backyard surrounded by the arrival of pink chrysanthemums and a…
I have a village. It is comprised of people who were once strangers - each of them, near or far, contributing to the functioning of our family. As for the closest, Ms. Barbara is my eighty-one-year neighbor who loves Jesus, wine and my kids. Although we only met two years ago, my children…
After my father died our home on Aldine Street was packed with people for about two weeks. They had come from varying places to offer their condolences, attend the wake and accompany us as we bid daddy farewell. We were grateful for the influx of people but it was the people who lingered after the…
In the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, people donated toiletries, cleaning supplies and food by the truckloads to our church's hurricane relief center. Charles Raney, owner of Rodizio Grill in Sarasota, raised funds and sent a 53-foot truck full of fresh fruits, veggies, crackers, sodas, water, can foods, granola bars and boxes of bread. Charles' gesture…
Church began hours before Jonas and Silas Hudson rang the bell for Service at 10:30 a.m. last Sunday. Two hours before words and prayers of comfort entered wearied hearts, people gathered. Donors dropped off bottles of water, perishable foods, toiletries, flashlights, tarps, batteries, any and everything to assist those who were displaced, uprooted and left…
When I was growing up on the island, I used a soft white rock to write sentences on an old car door. My siblings and cousins were my first students; the rock was my chalk; the old door was my chalkboard and the and great outdoors - beneath the trees, shaded from the island sun-…