Tag: hope

#FBF: 51 years and 1 day ago

Fifty-one years and one day ago Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated. On that day, Robert Kennedy was in Indianapolis for a presidential campaign rally. But instead of campaigning, Kennedy announced the death of King. His speech was improvised, empathetic, and — despite the…

The Next Year People

The people living in the wasteland of the Dust Bowl region knew suffering. It was beside them, trickling in through every crack in the roof, they breathed it in with every inhalation. Suffering was ever present in their every moment. Still, many of them…

The Hope Project

  October is when leaves come to full color just before dropping to the ground. Well, here in Michigan, at least. The trees are left nude, vulnerable. Exposed. By the end of the month all that’s left are wiry, twisting branches. The dark covers…

4 Things YOU Can Do To Fight Human Trafficking

Detroit is 158 miles from my front door. This isn’t a post about the bankruptcy. Or about government bailouts. This is about how, over the weekend, 10 children were rescued from human trafficking. In Detroit. In all, over the course of the weekend, 105…

Quick Thought About November 7, 2012

Yesterday President Barack Obama won his bid for re-election (in case you didn’t follow along). Now, I’m not going to give you my opinion about that. And I’d rather you not give me your opinion either. It will accomplish nothing. However, I made an…

Up At 4 a.m.

Thursday morning, my alarm chimed at me. It was 4:00. In the morning. Amazingly, it didn’t hurt to get up. “Wow,” I thought to myself (because I didn’t want to evoke the wrath of Jeff by speaking aloud at such an hour). “Bonnie was…

Robert Frost’s Bloom — From My Archives

My Granddad planted a tree when my mom was born. He transplanted the sapling from his childhood home across the state. It was just a normal, average oak tree. But he loved that tree. “One of these days I’m going to die,” Granddad would…

In My Dreams — From My Archives

In my dreams I wear fabulous shoes.  Impossibly tall, ridiculously spiked stilettos.  Sparkling, shining, red, green, purple shoes.  Somehow, in this “La-La Land of Shoe-tastic Living” I know exactly which shoes go with which outfit.  And those clothes, sister, I tell you they are…

Letting Go

It’s this time of year I’m always surprised by the bundles of lilacs that seem to have bloomed overnight. The lavender aroma shocks me with beauty. They were my sister’s favorite flower. “This is what heaven will smell like,” she would say, sitting on…

>Not the end (short story)

>Misty walked among the shelves of books. She was overwhelmed. So many different books. The store was huge. “Can I help you?” asked the cute, skinny girl behind the customer service counter. Her lips smiled, but not her eyes. “Um. Yes. I’m looking for…

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