I.C.U.

Submitted Anonymously by a Reader I’ve wandered through life being corrected by everyone. I don’t mean my parents or other authorities correcting me as I was growing up. No, those who have had differing opinions from mine have always taken the upper hand, setting me straight, negating me, interrupting me as I spoke. I began …[ read more ]

Submitted by Maureen Miller The monarch butterfly, having rested briefly upon the window ledge, flew once more, lightly bumping its reflection in the glass and capturing my attention. I stopped watering geraniums to watch as it turned to glide, carried by the wind over a sea of grass. I followed with my eyes until it disappeared, waltzing …[ read more ]

Submitted by Anonymous (and received with grace): A year and a half ago, I thought I had “arrived.” I was there, in the Promised Land of my destiny, sitting in the dirt with some of the most invisible – disabled children in remote African villages. The delight of teaching a child considered worthless even by …[ read more ]