by Helen Heavirland | Jul 19, 2015
Image courtesy of amenic181 at FreeDigitalPhotos.net I collapsed into a padded, fold-down auditorium seat. Could this concert help me relax for one brief evening? Could it rekindle a flicker of zest in my life? I felt insignificant, unappreciated. I’d poured...
by Helen Heavirland | Jul 3, 2015
“If a Thing’s Worth Doing . . .” “If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing . . .” The voice on the radio paused. I could almost hear my mother’s voice finish the sentence, “. . . well.” The principle was so ingrained in my thinking that even the speaker’s expectant...