
Don’t Feed the Geese
It was an innocent idea. Or perhaps naïve. I’d go out to the little pond and feed the geese. My bag of bread had gone
…nope, I’m definitely not SuperMom–and here are the stories to prove it…

It was an innocent idea. Or perhaps naïve. I’d go out to the little pond and feed the geese. My bag of bread had gone

Anyone else feeling the pressure of our new normal? As the walls seem to close in, I thought of a past lesson God showed me.

With a title like that, I guess I could take this many directions. For one, “forgetting what lies behind, but pressing on to what’s ahead.”

In honor of Mother’s Day,here’s a post for the other 364 days… [Originally written and published in my Kenosha News “My Turn” column] I don’t think

I’ll never forget the look on her face. I was five, and we were on a school field trip, an Easter party at a park.

Ugghh! The draft. Not the football one. Or the one that sends young men to war. But the written one that sits for days, weeks,

Cisco Cotto said it one morning on Moody Radio Chicago: “What if we showed as much patience at home as we do fishing?” I’ll admit,

I wanted to be her Valentine. A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her.

Can’t believe I did it—again. For a person who loves to see words flow across the page, I sure get tripped up by the ones
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