Right proud

By LOTTIE BOGGAN,

December 31, 2018

I check the time. 11:55 p.m. On this night, I’m not dancing or raising a glass of champagne as a band plays nostalgic tunes and ushers in the New Year.


Are you listening

By LOTTIE BOGGAN,

My brother Alvin and his wife Becky had brought me to a Christmas sing-along at the brightly decorated Country Club of Jackson. On this night we were downstairs in the Onyx, a room filled with joyous, celebrating people calling out hellos and greetings to one another.



Christmas gifts

By LOTTIE BOGGAN,

“Iraq Vet. I’m hungry and cold. Help me.” On my way to the grocery, stopping for a red light, I donated to a sad-faced man wearing combat fatigues and holding a cardboard sign.

A few minutes later, parked and heading into the store a passing car slowed down and someone waved me over.



Where does it come from?

By LOTTIE BOGGAN,

September 23- When I turned to our opening hymn in church this morning, for some reason, after the words, “Joyful joyful, we adore thee,” I hummed, “Strangers in a Distant Land.”

Those were not the words written in the hymnal - not what the congregation sang.




So be it

By LOTTIE BOGGAN,

I was dreaming of riding a silver gondola over foam capped blue waters, rolling hills with tiny stone villages on either side, and turreted castles around the next bend in the river when the sound of running water awakened me.

My cruisemate, Edrie was taking a shower.

“Danube so blue,

You flow straight through




Goodbye

By LOTTIE BOGGAN,

Monday, July 16

The moment I laid eyes on her, June Cleaver made it all the way to my heart. And now she looks at me with hope. Thinking I can fix everything that’s wrong, I see unwavering trust in her eyes.



Pages