The Love of a Few (Thousand) Friends

For our whole adult lives, my husband and I have been nomads. We have lived in a dozen plus cities and towns, sometimes for a year, once for sixteen years. I often complain that I am rootless and homeless–at least in the Southern sense of having a strong sense...

Purple Heart Valentines

by Sharon Pavelda –My father was awarded the Purple Heart medal when he was wounded in battle somewhere near the German border in 1944. He carried shrapnel from that wound in his body for over sixty years before dying peacefully in Arizona at the age of...

Valentine’s Day

My Valentine to God…. Drawing or doodling gives me a chance to spend time with God without my body complaining. It also creates a quiet space for me to just listen. I don’t need words for these prayers, but if words come I don’t chase them away. The...