Sometimes we just know when someone we love is in trouble. What a love connection!

Mom’s love affected and inspired many people, especially her kids and grandkids.

A letter to my mom.

I was five years old before I ever saw someone with anything other than pale white skin.

My own small world has changed more rapidly than I care to accept at this moment in time.

She had such a simple faith. If we followed her idea, our churches might not be suffering.

Being different didn't matter to me like it does to kids today.

I'm sorry the kids made fun of you, Fritz.

How can we really judge them, for we haven't walked in their shoes.

I wonder how I'll react to my new dad – the one who might not remember me.

When I was growing up, “I can’t” was a phrase never allowed in our house.

What fun we always had being together, even at our gathering for the funeral.

I know people get tired of hearing about the 50’s and 60’s, but may be things to learn.

A human is worth less than an animal? Apparently some think so.

Why can't we look at people like God does? Why can't we see what's inside?

Before age 5, a stranger with pale skin was no different than one with dark skin.

I was afraid of everyone, no matter the color of their skin!

I guess this just proves that our own littlel blessings are best!

How much of my youth is real and how much is a fantasy? The memory plays tricks.

What do you miss from your childhood?

Pittsburgh, PA. Where I was born and raised.

Being God-centered and other-centered makes all the difference in the world.

Once we sat and talked and shared. It's time we did again!

I wish others would find some grubby shoes and try them on for a while.

Derek went to bed a little boy. He awoke with a full-blown case of acne and big feet.