I remember dancing around in the living room. I was around eight or nine years old. My parents had an eight track player with limited cassettes to choose from, but most of them were from musicals. I love musicals. With four kids in the house, I had very little time to myself. But somehow I managed to find snippets of time when the living room was free and I could just dance and dance and dance. I remember the living room carpet was blue. I remember the music taking over my whole body and...

That’s how time has been moving lately-   so quickly! My ‘baby’ is enjoying his last year of high school and (yes, I know this is a good thing, but) he needs me less and less. And my body? Oh, she’s aging with new wrinkles, aches and creaks every day. And although I’ve been present for every moment of these fifty-nine years, I’m surprised at just how quickly my life has been passing. Oh my golly, I think I’m beginning to sound like an old lady. But I’m not! I mean, I certainly don’t  feel...

“I just had a prophetic dream.” My Mom had just woken. She didn’t seem drowsy from the medications. In fact, it was quite the opposite- she seemed grounded and self-assured. Her words surprised me. “Prophetic? Mom, did you mean to use that word?” I asked, because I’d never heard her use it before. With gentle certainty, “Yes, Sarah, it was a prophetic dream.” “Would you like to tell me about it?” Mom and I had been stuck in the emergency room for two days waiting for a bed in the compromised...