This is a true story...My Sunday Morning Offering: Parenthood (or What We Make) If you are not completely selfless Parenthood will teach...

Freedom The tiny bird flies into the sunlight just like the Great Heron who owns the still blue waters and who sometimes follows me on...

When I Had You There was that time when I had you a few minutes or maybe a few days rocking when I rocked or when I simply walked away ...

My Sunday Morning Offering: (Photos by Jerri Lynn Sparks) The Privilege Of Poetry I can tell a bird by its song And a broken soul by its...

“Do you know what I wish I was?” I asked my son Jared right before we fell asleep the other night. The house was dark and finally quiet...