A Beautiful Connection

During my junior year in college, I resided in The Village, a duplex-style dormitory reserved for upperclassmen.  An RA wasn’t on high alert to knock on a door for loud music or for the burning of incense.  A parking lot was just yards away, so unloading groceries was a cinch.  Collegiate neighbors, with their beerContinue reading “A Beautiful Connection”

The Magic In Not Knowing

Even as an adult I asked mothers why they loved their children.  Their initial response was spiked with indignation.  Why wouldn’t I?  They hadn’t understood that my question was one of sincerity.  Sure, a parent loves her child.  But why?  I loved (and still do) our deceased dog Pluto because of his innocent, tender faceContinue reading “The Magic In Not Knowing”