I found a sliver of time in my calendar to sneak up to my hometown to spend a few days with my mom and dad. Just me. No grandkids to contend with; I get all the spoiling.

As life races by, stopping to acknowledge and celebrate milestones is a healthy practice. We are a couple short days away from the high school graduation ceremony for our eldest.

Jesus was a Jew—not a Christian—a person of color—not white—born in Bethlehem and was an immigrant in Egypt because an ignorant, insecure, power-hungry national leader was afraid of losing his power and control and wanted to kill Love and Light and Justice, the Prince of Peace.

I have been thinking a lot about my friend, Tara. I was one of the lucky ones, and I got to meet Tara just over eight years ago.