Author: Catherine Wilson

I opened my mailbox to see a graduation invitation. It was from a young lady that grew up in my former church. I smiled. I remembered teaching her as a child, and then she helped with classes as she became older, and now she was graduating. Even though I no longer attend that church, I…

Some of my favorite childhood memories are playing sand lot baseball at the neighborhood schoolyard.  I don’t know how the word would get out, but soon you had a dozen kids at the playground, someone would bring baseballs and a bat. Others would bring cardboard to mark the bases. Our field had twelve- foot- high…

I found myself faced with a crossroad. Not a literal road, but one of those places in life where you must make a big decision. The decision could change my future. I was given a choice of taking a new position at a different company doing something I love, but to leave the old job…