lisampritchard1

By the Sea Uh-oh , a revelation unfolded. My first-grade logic proved incorrect. This memory dates back five decades, when I discovered my dream domain—the wonderful world of writing. With squinted eyes, a furrowed brow, and one missing front tooth, I watched from my school desk in the far back corner of the room. Mrs. Toms called her students one by one into a side room. Thud . The door closed. Minutes passed; the student emerged and called the next student. Were they receiving a gold star...

How do we return to loving our fellow man? Our fellow Americans, neighbors, friends, coworkers, and family members?

Introduction Recently someone asked me if I would assist in leading an informal, online chat that pertained to a book titled Prayers and...