
They Say San Diego is Lovely This Time of Year
In the Fall of the year, school starts for children. Some boys and girls walk out the door of our ...

On Days When There Are No Words
I sat one windy afternoon on a bench at Mount Hermon’s Conference Center in Northern California and talked with a ...

It’s Not Nice To Hate
How would you finish this statement: “I hate . . . “? If your mother was like mine, you learned ...

The Man I Saw Today
I saw a man, today. I sat, eating a noon meal, And as I enjoyed my food,I noticed him.I watched ...

On Notice …
A few weeks ago, I chose my ‘one word for the year.’ Lots of other people do that, I think ...

When Quiet Happens …
When ‘quiet’ happens in a life, I think, Wonderful things show up. It almost seems as if a room has ...

On the Death of My Friend …
Word came, from his daughter. A solemn declaration: “My dad died peacefully in his sleep, last night. Thank you for ...