The Little Things By Jason Marshall I write a few words. Delete them. Write a few more. Erase those too. My writer’s eye is on Mother’s Day, but I can’t focus. I want to eloquently tell the world the impact my mom has had on my life, but the words won’t come. My brain is abuzz, but with rapid-fire squirrel moments. A blank screen is...
Now and Then  by Iris Winston Giving back comes in many forms. It can be as simple as responding to a ring at the door and hearing a tiny smiling child in uniform asking if you would like to buy Girl Guide cookies. I don’t care for the cookies but never have the heart to refuse. It is much easier to turn down an unsolicited phone call...
