Blowing in the Wind

Are we “Blowing in the Wind?” I’ve always been intrigued by this phrase. As a child, I would stand with my arms outstretched to my sides and lean back thinking the wind would pick me up and I’d be lifted in flight, blowing in the wind, so to say. It never occurred to me that …

Dear Abby,

I’m writing in response to the letter from “Can’t Forget in Virginia.” I am sorry to read about her emotional turmoil. I too came out and told about my moments similar to those of #MeToo a little over two years ago when I published my book, Unraveled, Time to Tell by Lisa Lynn which is …

Twas the Night

          Twas the Night             The stockings were hung             By the chimney with care,             In hopes that the other soon would be there.             People weren’t thinking sit back and be still,             And be thankful for the season             Because the reason is real.             He spoke not a word,             But …