2026-07-15
The Fading Architecture of Memory
Sometimes, I think about how little we truly understand about the workings of our own minds. It’s a humbling thought, isn’t it? Especially when you consider ...
Gloria Hayes
Retired after 31 years teaching third grade. Now I go to my grandchildren — New York, Raleigh, Florida. Jerry holds down the fort. I find the food bank in every city. This is not slowing down.
2026-07-15
Speaking Volumes: Wisdom From A Quiet Life
Dear One, Your letter arrived just as I was finishing my coffee on Monday morning – a quiet ritual now that retirement has settled in. It’s lovely to have th...
2026-07-14
Beyond Bandages The Weight of Recovery
Sometimes, I think about Martha Henderson. She was a dear woman, taught Sunday school with me for years, and had that terrible accident on the highway – a di...
2026-07-14
Finding Rhythm in the Quiet Moments
Sometimes, I think we complicate things unnecessarily. For so long, I stood in front of a classroom and emphasized diligence, repetition, persistence – all g...
2026-07-14
Beyond Broken Bones A Quiet Recovery
Well, it’s remarkable how quickly folks move on, isn't it? After my fall last year—broke a hip, you know—there was such an outpouring. Cards and casserole di...
2026-07-01
Behind the Laughter, A Hidden Sorrow
Sometimes, I find myself thinking about those who make us laugh. Those clever souls who craft words and movements to bring joy—often with a lightness that se...
2026-06-30
Finding Strength Within Us All
Sometimes, I think about children – not my own grandchildren, though they are a constant joy - but all those little ones out there facing things far beyond w...
2026-06-29
Tending Children's Hearts A Lifelong Garden
Sometimes, it seems like we parents spend more time worrying about whether our children are *doing* alright than they do themselves. I’ve seen it countless t...
2026-06-28
Not Always a Metamorphosis Just Life
Sometimes, you think a thing will change you fundamentally, rearrange your furniture on the inside. And sometimes… well, sometimes it doesn’t. It just sits t...
2026-06-27
Sweet Cravings, Quiet Longings
It’s a peculiar thing, isn’t it? To think we are masters of our own choices, especially when those choices involve something as simple as what to put on your...
2026-06-24
Quiet Reflections, Simple Acts
Sometimes, a simple cup of coffee can hold a lot of quiet reflection. Monday morning, I sat at my kitchen table – a ritual now that the schoolhouse days are ...
2026-06-22
Quiet Moments, Gentle Shifts
Well. The rain outside is a steady drumming tonight, the kind that settles deep in your bones and makes you want to curl up with a good book – or, in my case...