We needed help and we were far from home. The kindness of strangers made it a memorable experience.

Thinking about the war in Ukraine, two people come to my mind. One is secure and the other is not.

Lately I had opportunity to be a caregiver, to show up, do a necessary task, an errand, or just talk, and give encouragement to someone.

Life is more meaningful when we take the effort to connect with people; and especially with some whose health is limiting their freedom.

I wrote my book to empower people to help friends or neighbors in trouble, but COVID prevented me from promote it. Everything stopped!

Yesterday when I was in the shower, I was surprised to see the number of items on the shelf -- ten bottles and tubes . . .

Remembering people who have blessed you in the past is a wonderful way to overcome depression with gratitude.

Science never seems to address the most tender gaps in our human story, the gaps that occur in our relationships, and in our own morality.

This morning, at 7:00, I saw four ducks swim by our dock in the open water left where the ice had already retreated.

I consider the IRS our friend, just like any other cop on the beat who needs our help to enforce the law.

Old family pictures warm my heart but at the same time give me a sense of loss for good times now gone.

Our friend is 100 years old and this unique man continues to live a full life, bringing smiles to each person he meets.

Since the insurrection, I have had increased anxiety, a sort of alertness to danger, a feeling that I need to be vigilant. How about you?

Caregiving is a way to show love and concern, but we all need some way to restore our energy and give us time to be refreshed.