When you’re on the receiving end of kindness — it’s milk — a honeyed, palliative sap with all associations of mothering & the cosseted dark womb. But being kind
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On the Twenty-Third Day of December . . .
This twenty-third day of December has left me physically and emotionally ill, making it difficult to focus on the goodness and light of this month
Kindness without the Krapfen – by Jonathan Carroll
In the bakery the man in front of me is very very old and by the way he acts and talks, pretty much out of
On the Twenty-Second Day of December . . .
This week, with the exception of Christmas Day, I am off of work and am spending the first week of my daughters’ Christmas vacation at
On the Twenty-First Day of December . . .
I found it quite appropriate that the shortest and darkest day of the year ended with merriment and light courtesy of my two daughters. Tonight,
On the Twentieth Day of December . . .
On this twentieth day of December, I experienced a moment of pure contentment courtesy of my youngest daughter. After a busy day of running errands and
On the Nineteenth Day of December . . .
Today, I had the honor and pleasure of attending the de Paul School’s 18th Annual Compassion Celebration, and it captured the true spirit of this
The Cards – by Mary McLaurine
Life was good. I was 38, happy and healthy and married to a man who worked hard and loved me. Our kids were now
The Kindness Exchange – A Global Project to bring Light into the Darkness
The frost appears on the windows, the traffic snarls, the brake lights cast a ruddy glare for miles. When the experts aren’t debating the definition
The Chinese Man – by Hope the Happy Hugger
When we boarded a connecting flight from Honk Kong to Johannesburg, we were utterly exhausted. My nerves were, to say the least, a little on
On the Eighteenth Day of December . . .
This morning, at the day shelter for homeless men where I work, I participated in one of the most bittersweet annual events of the holiday season-the
Unexpected Kindness – by Phylor
Most times I waited for the train, she was there, whatever time of day it was. White wires to white player = apple world. She
Sweet Little Somethings – by The Reluctant Baptist
Mine is a story of missed opportunity and redemption. It began one cold winter evening as I stood in the grocery checkout line behind
A Random Act of Kindness – by Belle Beckford
At one time in my life I was a military wife. That meant spending quite of bit of time without my husband, the military member,
On the Seventeenth of December . . .
The hour is late, as is this post, but thankfully, love and kindness were right on time today. I returned home from work after a twelve-hour
36 Things I Know After 36 Years of Marriage – by Winifred M. Reilly
This week, my husband and I will celebrate our 36th anniversary. Some years we’ve gotten dressed-up and gone out to dinner. Other years we’ve simply
THE SMILE – by John Tuite
The man was her uncle and he told her story… It was an unpleasant, tricky morning some years ago. I remember I wasn’t rising to
On the Sixteenth Day of December . . .
On this sixteenth day of December, I find myself struggling to find the goodness and light in the wake of the attack on a school
Aunt Minnie Was Kindness Personified – by Jackie Phillips
She had white hair, a round wrinkled face, kind blue eyes and a big toothless grin. I was a skinny, shy kid with white hair,
Kinship With A Homeless Veteran – by Mia Bentley
“Lest I keep my complacent way I must remember somewhere out there a person died for me today. As long as there must be war,
On the Fifteenth Day of December . . .
Today was one of those days. It wasn’t the worst day I have ever had by far, nor was it the best day, either. It
Eyes of Judgement – by Sue Jones
I see you looking at me with judgement in your eyes. I don’t mind you looking at me, but must you show your feelings so
On the Fourteenth Day of December . . .
Two years ago today, twenty-six people, twenty of them children, were killed by a lone gunman at Sandy Hook Elementary School. It was a tragedy
On the Thirteenth Day of December . . .
If you have been following this blog over the past six weeks or so, you have read several posts about my friend Dina’s twenty year
On the Twelfth Day of December . . .
Tis the season to be jolly and . . . sick. This week, the staff at the day shelter for homeless men where I work
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