There are years that ask questions and years that answer. ~ Zora Neale Hurston

The winds were fierce. A seaplane in the distance struggled to land. I stood on the dock and prayed. I felt a Divine presence surround…

    I walked into the underground parking garage of my apartment building one morning, and noticed a well-dressed elderly woman lifting the lid on one…

It was a cold, wintry morning.  The alarm shrieked and I bounded out of bed, made a quick French press coffee, and headed out into…