Burt slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer and nodded to me with tear-filled eyes. I know my eyes reflected back my total fear and deep dread of radiation, but I nodded my consent much like a soldier would do when he surrenders in combat.
Category: Hope
A Mother’s Perspective
Mary watched in anguish, but not near the anguish her Son must have felt as He, with arms outstretched, hung on a cross.
Tarnished
Seeing the silverware brought back memories of when I was a young girl and had to polish the silverware at Easter time. Every year, Mom always had a big brunch followed by an egg hunt and invited my aunt, uncle and cousins over for the big day. Back then as I smeared the pink clay-like polish on the blackened silverware, I wondered why don’t we just use our everyday silverware at Easter?