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I retired from nursing and decided to return to college when I was age 54, and now my brain had to open a folder I had put away a long time ago.

Algebra has always been like electrical wires in my brain connecting the positives and negatives at the right time. However, it may be true that repetiti...

Sympathy looks in and says, "I'm sorry.” Compassion goes in and says, "I’m with you.“

Sympathy look in and says, "I would like to help." Compassion goes in and says, "I am here to help."

Sympathy says, "I wish I could carry your burden." Compassion says "Cast your burden on me."

Sympathy often irritates wit...

It was the last 45 seconds of the game, and the basketball had been pushed into her hands. For a second, she stood there numb, bouncing the ball on the polished hardwood floor. The seconds ticked by until she was jerked into action by the shouting on the sideline. “Throw it, throw the ball!”

A tall guard loomed in front of her...

“I had a bad day, Nana,” my grandson, Donovan, said to me on the phone once when I called him after school. He was only four years old at the time, and he went to Head Start. “Why did you have a bad day,” I asked him. “Cause I couldn’t do nothing right at school,” he answered as though it had been on his...

When I graduated from high school I took a bus from Macon to Atlanta, Georgia, a hundred miles away.  I arrived late at night at a bus stop on Peachtree Street. My aunt and uncle were not able to drive after dark so I had to take a taxi to their home near Stone Mountain.  It was both exciting and frightening because I had never been anywhere alo...

When we lived in Harlingen, Texas I loved visiting the Armed Forces Appreciation Day at the Texas Air Museum.  The last time I was there it was hot, Texas hot! I thought I might go in, look around, and say hello to my friends, John and Jeanette Houston, and then leave. But I ended up staying three hours, and I hardly noticed how hot it was becau...

The first day of college was pretty much the same as the first day of grammar school in our family. There was anxiety, fear of the unknown, tears and a slight longing to retreat back into that comfortable place at home called the nest.

It is called separation anxiety. We understand it completely when our children cling to us the first tim...