I watched as she placed her arm around his shoulder--softly rubbing his back. His hair the color of white and gray--many strands hanging loosely while others tucked beneath his baseball cap. The bill of the hat rested low, leaning on the back of his neck. And on the cap--the letters "Veteran" was woven in red, white, and blue. The children sang the patriotic songs of old. Stood in attention with their right hands on their hearts reciting from memory--the Pledge of Allegiance. And they read...

Ralph and Sadie lived in a little house alongside a dirt road just a short distance from the main road--a little under a mile to be exact. And Ralph and Sadie had a few young'uns. These kids, they weren't mean per se. They were what people call--mischievous. They played outside--in the dirt--in the woods--rode bikes--among other things, when they weren't hoeing taters or picking green beans or doing some other job they were told to do. They rode the bus morning and afternoon and on some...

I saw a church sign this week--drove by it more than once on my way to here and there. And the sign, it read--God Bless the Breast Cancer Survivors. I read over four million women are breast cancer survivors. I am one of four million. Once you've heard the words, breast cancer--no matter where the words appear--on a medical chart--a sign--seeing or hearing these two words can often pull raw and tender memories to the surface--emotions of the hard--the difficult days in the journey of a...