I remember the day of my father's funeral. He had been a pilot in the Korean Conflict, and I will always remember the impressive solemnity of the 21-gun salute just before the graveside service ended. My heart was so sad ...
Several years ago while out campaigning for re-election, I came upon a home with a small, internally lit cabinet sign posted by the front door. It said "Area of Refuge". I later learned signs like this are installed in buildings ...
I love the widows who attend my church. They fill the back pew at Sunday morning worship service. I never thought about them much before I became a widow. They were just there: the little old ladies who lived alone, ...
I have spent this week in Colorado receiving some great work related training. I had watched the three trainers on DVD and was excited to see them in person. One presenter looked much different than she did on the DVD. ...
Catherine Capra-Leaf Author of “Profound Blessings” An inspiring memoir of her journey through grief after the loss of her husband. Catherine is from Minnesota. Helping others who are experiencing difficult life circumstances to find strength, power, and bravery, is a ...
Even before I became a widow, I was fascinated with Vrindavan, India, which is also known as the City of Widows . This is a city to which the shunned widows of India are sent by their family members. Here, these ...
When I was 10 years old, I started playing the flute and piano. Oh, how I hated to practice, but after a few years, I came to enjoy it a bit more. I played my flute (and piano) through college ...
The harvest season was upon me. Typically, my heart would be full of reverence for our Maker’s bountiful blessings. However, with my husband’s death eight months earlier, my soul was traumatized. I strived to exhale gratitude and find something palpable each ...
I walked past my plants this morning, and knew I'd waited much too long. They were drooping, and some of the leaves had started fading from their luscious green to a sickly yellow. I'd been thinking about them for days ...