Phillis Wheatley is an early American poet who wrote poems about the people in her life and her faith. She was raised as a slave in New England and was taught to read and write by her owners' daughter. She eventually traveled to England where her works "Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral" were... Continue Reading →

Love is in the air. Isles are filled with people choosing Valentine's cards, flowers, and chocolates. For those of you who may not be the recipients of those expressions of love, I'm sending you a special Valentine with a special message. https://youtu.be/XkWBVLElFOk Never forget you are loved.

Being a math teacher in a junior high school I encounter some very angry, frustrated, and quirky children. It amazes me how many of them misbehave in order to get attention or get out of working. They make weird noises. They try to tell funny jokes. They let us see the very unpleasant side of... Continue Reading →

I love watching old romance movies--the black and white ones are my favorites. I also like to read historical romances novels. I am fascinated at the way the romances play out. I study the plots and story lines, marvel at the language, and often wonder what inspired the writers to choose the conflict in what... Continue Reading →

Love is like a garden. The heart is the ground that needs to be prepared and ready for love. Love is a seed for the heart. If the heart is too hard, it cannot receive it.  In a garden a seed is planted and must be watered and receive plenty of sunlight. Love also needs to be... Continue Reading →

I learned an old lesson today Love is fragile not dismal. I learned not to take love for granted. Love comes easily to us all. I learned to take one day at a time. Don't throw caution out the door. I learned to take my time and love myself. No one else will love me... Continue Reading →

It took me almost twenty years to learn to trust God in all circumstances. I was a worrier. I would look at my circumstances and wonder how I would get through. When I became a widow at thirty years old, I felt sorry for myself and my children for almost a year. I worried about... Continue Reading →

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