It’s been an interesting year of stretching myself as I was called to mentor Amanda, a mother of two who struggles with addiction. The situation is a bit over-whelming because although I have plenty of issues, addiction doesn’t happen to be one of them.
A large, cathedral dome was washed in a clear, emerald green light. Sitting in a chair looking up at the ceiling, I held the tender hand of my mother’s in mine. We spent some time in silence, looking at the beauty of the architecture highlighted in this majestic…
The other morning I was in my bathroom getting ready for the day when I heard my two year old daughter Tehillah’s frustrated cries coming from my closet. Not wanting to be seen, I peeked around the corner curious as to what her cause of irritation was.
Ours was a dream 43 years in the making...It was the summer of 74 and I had just gotten back from a three week trip to the majestic Rocky Mountains of Colorado--a far cry from the tame surroundings of my New England landscape.