Try Not To Be A CUN*

Try Not To Be A Cun*   A year ago, I gave one of the writers in one of my groups my cell number. The man was old, charming and friendly, and I’ve known him for quite a while. He told me he was technologically challenged, didn’t have access to Facebook and didn’t use email,

“Opus Dei” (Live is Life)

The universe is a strange place, its inhabitants even stranger. There are theories that we are magnets, each attracting people and circumstances from the energy we expel. Others say it’s only random. That things just happen and there’s no rhyme or reason. No rhyme or reason? I can’t swallow that. I want to believe that

“Give A Little Bit”

My daughter got mad at me last night. We were having our nightly talk before bed when she asked if I would take her to the mall this weekend. “Sorry, sweetheart,” I said with a sigh. “I’m busy this weekend. There’s the Girls on the Run Race I’m volunteering at on Saturday and Sunday we