Author: Sharon

March 27, 2025, marked the second anniversary of the Covenant School shooting in Nashville, located on the same street where we now live. Two blocks away from our home. At the time we lived ten minutes away. Devastated by the event, Nashvillians are still trying to understand and cope with…

The path between the front door of the community in which C and I live and the elevator that takes us to our sixth-floor apartment passes by several large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook a swimming pool embedded in the floor below. The first time I made that trek I had…

Sometimes it is millimeter by millimeter Sometimes mile by mileOccasionally year by year Or chapter by chapterOr stage by stageAnd then sometimes it is all at once The final departureOr whimperOr last (silent) breath The deal isMost often we don’t get a choice Letting go comes on its own terms…

It was a loud, pre-dawn pounding on the front door of a high-school classmate’s home that interrupted several of my friends and me who were just moving into sound sleep after pulling an all-nighter called a “slumber party” and all its shenanigans. A loud voice shouted, “Diane! Get up! This…

An exhibit of Munro Lights at Cheekwood Botanical Gardens, Nashville, TN was the setting and inspiration of this image. Each of us is a unique expression of light. Together, we dispel darkness and illumine the world. The title is taken from Luke’s account of a new birth of community recorded…

As I waited for my dermatologist to arrive in my cubicle for my annual checkup, a young—and I mean young—woman breezed in. After a quick glance at her, I was left confused about who she was. After all, she looked no older than a high school student. Far too young…

One of the headlines on the front page of the Tennessean today (02.07.25) reads: “Egg price spikes, shortages to persist.” It brought to mind a Bible story. Once when Jacob was boiling stew, Esau came in from the field angry and said to Jacob, “I’m starving! Let me devour some…

This past week I attended a funeral…as did three of my friends. Four separate funerals; four persons eulogized. Also, an eighty-something friend told me all her close friends have died. My mother, who died three months short of age 101, said occasionally during her final years, “I feel as if…

Single-digit temperatures here in Nashville took me to the closet recently to retrieve from the upper shelf an extra blanket to make for warm nighttime sleeping. As I pulled down a quilt, I was flooded with memories of its gifting to me. Twenty-five years ago, while worshipping in Salt Creek…

I spent last week remembering the legacy of President Jimmy Carter. From Plains to Atlanta to the Capitol Rotunda to Washington National Cathedral back to Plains. In brief here are three of the many nourishing souvenirs… What I saw…In my mind’s eye I am left viewing a washed-out baggie, hanging…