If you put 6 people around a table and assign a discussion topic, how many differing responses and opinions might arise?  One of my in-laws sent me a link to a radio podcast he participates in sponsored by Ray-Mart in Kinston.  It proved to carry a lively and sometimes surprising exchange.

My mother used to say that once you get rid of a fever, then your body can heal.  She would give me the Tussin liquid medicine prescribed by Dr. Andrew Best, rub Vick's Vapo Rub on my chest and under my feet.

It is simply amazing to me how many old friends have been separated by miles or work but have come back into my life. I even wondered if my family had sent out a message from one of my old address books, but they had not. It is just part of the universe. 

It is simply amazing to me how many old friends have been separated by miles or work but have come back into my life. I even wondered if my family had sent out a message from one of my old address books, but they had not. It is just part of the universe. 

Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays. It falls smack dab in the middle of our shortest month of all twelve months.  On February 14th, people across the land will be saying "I love you."  It applies to married couples, dating singles, family members, and friends.  Literally, love is in the air.

When I was a Freshman in college, one of my professors assigned me a book to read that was not on the Curriculum List.

Majestic, dignified, splendid. These are words that described Mrs. Verna Mae Chapman of Grifton, North Carolina. When her daughter Jean Hill told me that her mother's health was frail, I began remembering her from decades ago. I met her daughters in the first grade at Savannah High School. Jean and Faye were to later become majorettes under Ms. Kathryn Jones. They were already well-poised for the job because of their mother.

PathChoice Ministry owns 539 Briary Run Road in Kinston. Healing prayer services will begin there again soon. 2026 is going to be a year for miracle healings, and they have already begun to happen.

I didn't want to do Dialysis when my blood pressure spiked and damaged my kidneys.  As I lay in the E.R. waiting for the Hospice team to come interview me, in walked my adult twin sons. One has his Master's in Public Health and one has an A.I.A. in Risk Management. They are business executives that I raised, so of course I am going to listen to them. My doctor knew that.  

My sister Deborah Dove is very competitive. As a former athlete and coach, it is in her DNA to play the hardest, be the fittest, and pound to win. I am a little different. I used to run in 5-K races just for fun. Being in the crowd of avid runners was thrilling, but I was definitely not in the winners circle.

"Abou Ben Adhem" is a poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt. It describes a man awakened during the night by the light of an angel in his room writing on a tablet. Abou asked the vision what he's writing and he answers that he's writing down the names of those who love the Lord. When he learns he is not one of the names being written down, he asks to be recorded, then, as one who loves his fellow man.  The next night, the angel returns and lo, Abou Ben Adhem's name is at the top of the list.

My Christmas shopping list was longer when my parents were living because they loved opening presents. I tried once to get my small immediate family to exchange names at Thanksgiving and everyone just give one gift for Christmas.