It was only then I realized that I was wearing an invisible melancholy shawl. I had the blues. The weepies. A gentle unsettledness. 

My mom used to say that growing old was not for the faint of heart.

Friends my age are quick to remind me when I make statements about being old that I am NOT old.  But I AM growing older.  I am aware that...

Having a system to help us learn to pray is a gift from God.

Pouring out your heart to God is like talking to a good friend, the best of friends, who wants to hear all that is on your mind.