Johnson cites support from Norfolk’s The Muse Writing Center for helping her succeed. Launch celebration and author book signing Friday, October 3, 7-9 p.m. at The Muse Writers Center, Norfolk, NA. Public […]
Book Review: DIVINITY — by Michelle L. Johnson
Imagine your reaction if the Archangel Gabriel appeared before you and announced that he was your father, and that you’re half Archangel. Not half angel. Half Archangel. Would that create a little […]
Time for a Hat
I have to either let my hair grow longer, or start wearing a hat. For the second week in a row, I winced as I combed my hair on Sunday morning. It […]
Of a Valuable Life, and Other Things
I read. A lot.
I used to read books, magazines, and newspapers. The Internet changed my reading habits, because I can now access so much information so easily. With a few mouse clicks, I can gather articles and columns that interest me through email, Facebook, LinkedIn, and Google Reader.
Every now and then, I come across something that affects me so deeply I feel compelled to share it. That happened this morning. This column: Cal Thomas’ tribute to his brother is eloquent.
The simple connection is Down syndrome. My niece, Jennifer, has Down syndrome. She will graduate from high school soon. I served on the state Board of Directors for Special Olympics of Virginia for six years. These athletes, their families and friends, and those they inspire, remind me always of the incredible potential and spirit we all possess, if we simply care for and support each other.
When I finished wiping the tears from my cheeks, I started thinking about other things. Important things.
More Grinch: Christmas Just Keeps On Comin’
Now there are two — not one, but two — radio stations in Virginia Beach playing Christmas music 24 hours-a-day. Why am I convinced it’ll be a trio as soon as I […]
Getting My Grinch On
Thanksgiving is two weeks away, so I suppose I should give in to the inevitable. Christmas season is here.
It’s really been here since the end of September, but so far, I’ve been able to ignore it. Or at least bury its arrival deep enough in my brain that I didn’t have to deal with it.
Two nights ago, however, as I drove home from work, Christmas crashed through my defenses in a most unpleasant way: a local radio station has started playing Christmas music 24 hours a day.
Under the category, “What was she thinking…? I glanced up from my magazine, drawn by the sound of a woman’s voice speaking sharply to someone just outside the door. A few seconds […]