My Mother…

This is a poem written back in the late 90s for my Mom as a gift on Mother’s Day.  I can think of no greater calling that that of being a Mother.  Mom, I love you more than I can ever express and I know that you love me, too.  In spite of my warts, you are my...

An “Attitude of gratitude”

During the month of November, there are many people who list their blessings.  As a general rule, I love to participate in this month of thanksgiving.  As I contemplate each day’s item, I tried to elaborate a little as to why I am thankful for that item.  In...