Don’t bring me flowers…

Don’t bring me flowers…

“Actions speak louder than words and are more to be regarded.” This phrase has been repeated, sung, postered, morphed, and pondered much over the last few centuries. Only this week, am I seeing its fruit differently than I’ve considered before. Visiting my big brother...
“Come and listen to my story about…”

“Come and listen to my story about…”

What child hasn’t thrilled to hear a story read to them? What child, once enthralled with a particular story, hasn’t begged to hear it read again . . . and again . . . and again . . . Why is it that they seem to never tire of hearing the same familiar words over and...