Times and Seasons

Times and Seasons

There must be times and seasons for things in our lives. When I was a young girl, I would think up stories fast and furiously. I would grab a notebook and pencil and climb up into our walnut tree and write all these stories. I still have the notebook.Then when I was a...
And That Is Dying

And That Is Dying

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and...