Content from 2026 (Page 3)
Speak No Evil
This is the third post of a three-part series from Yvette. Watching a movie, a line stood out to me: “If your words were written on your skin, would you be proud or embarrassed?” They would be on display for all to see. I know personally I would be embarrassed by some, and I cannot take them back, but I understand more now than before that once spoken, your words cannot be taken back. We all have moments when we…
More Than Roses
The Unlikely Messenger: A Slice of Life with Debra Brown Valentine’s Day used to sting a little, even though I was married to a good man. Allen wasn’t unkind, but he didn’t “do” holidays. I smiled when my co-worker received flowers at the office, their scent drifting across her desk. I admired my friend’s necklace and even sampled a chocolate from someone’s fancy box. But then I’d go home to a quiet house and a husband who ignored roses, candy,…
Hear No Evil
This is the second post of a three-part series from Yvette. How many of you remember this line, “Do you hear what I hear?” That line is from the song with the same title. Do you ever think about the things you listen to? Songs, TV Shows, the News, Movies, or Social Media? We listen to things and do not consider how our subconscious absorbs those things. Remember the old saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words…
The Dream Remains Alive: Here and Now
On August 28, 1963, as he stood at the podium on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. shared his vision of hope with the nation. His “I Have a Dream” speech is more than just a piece of history; it’s a living message for America, inspired by the teachings of Jesus Christ. Today, the dream still calls to us. It challenges us to do more than remember history; it asks us to live a movement…
How About That Hair!?
The Unlikely Messenger: A Slice of Life with Debra Brown Peace lasted three aisles after I handed 4-year-old Meredith the candy cane from my purse to keep her occupied, while we shopped at Kmart on the cold January day. Near housewares, past after-Christmas sales items and new Valentine’s Day displays, Meredith’s candy-cane-crunching screeched to a halt. Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open. I followed her gaze. Oh, no. A woman strutted toward us in a short red dress, my…