We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others giving away the last piece of bread. They may have been few in number- but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken away from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms to choose one’s attitude in any given… Read More
White Knuckle Smiling
Here it is, the second week of March. Spring is nowhere to be seen and snow stubbornly covers the ground as it has since the beginning of this frigid white and gray year. My bones are aching to be thawed from the confines of this long winter deep freeze. I was not built to endure the tribulations of windblown Midwest winters…. Read More