Are you a morning person or a night one? I’m a morning person. I love mornings! They always beckon me with the promise of a new beginning....

Each Christmas as I unwrap the ornaments and decorations, years of memories flood my mind. I remember countless family and friends with ...

Christmases of my childhood felt more summertime, or maybe spring, actually. The days were hot but the nights and early mornings could...

I had a very different childhood from many of you who. I was born in Nigeria, West Africa in the late 1950’s (yes, I’m that old, and I’m o...

My Poor Brother! by Harriet Michael The Nigerian roads I grew up accustomed to were usually unpaved, bumpy, and challenging. Memori...