I went to Ireland for the first time in 2019 and left with a plan to return two years later. Of course, that didn’t happen, COVID being what it was . . . But when world returned to something akin to normal, a plan was hatched. Before I get into the second trip, let me […]
The Story Behind the Picture: Tel Hazor, Israel
by Eva Marie Everson On a crisp September morning in 2001, I stood beside my husband in the middle of 5th Avenue, New York City, as a plume of smoke rose to the south. We were both in shock; the morning’s events were beyond anything we could have imagined would happen to us during our […]
A Single Act of Kindness
Eva Marie Everson My friend Michelle and I went to Park Avenue recently. “Park Ave” as the locals call it, is a lovely brick-street section of Winter Park, Florida with specialty shops and restaurants predominately on one side and a park on the other. The shops have enticing window displays with front doors shaded by […]
The Four Teenagers; A Childhood Memory
Eva Marie Everson There were four of them. Two girls and two boys. They were teenagers, my father told my mother over the phone, and he didn’t want the girls to have a record that would follow them into adulthood. It was okay, he said—not okay, but not as bad—if the boys had […]
What Fear?
Years ago, my employer, in speaking of his wife, said, “I don’t think she’s afraid of the devil himself.” I knew this woman. Little rattled her cage. She was a tiny thing. Pretty as a picture. She spoke with a demure voice. But if she thought something was coming after those she loved . . […]
Victoria Street, Edinburgh Scotland
anguages and of the thrill of hearing the Scottish lilt from the locals. Of trying to make out what they were saying as they talked between themselves, even though we spoke the same language.
CAUGHT BETWEEN FAITH AND FEAR: MY 9-11 NYC JOURNAL (Part 9)
Friday, September 14, 2001Late Morning Dennis and I are sitting in the waiting area of Penn Station along with thousands of others. Now that the trains are working, everyone is trying to leave. The traffic on the way here was true to New York’s style, except no one was honking. No one was yelling. A […]
Caught Between Faith & Fear: My 9-11 NYC Journal (Part 7)
Wednesday, September 12, 2001 Dear Lord, I know my problems are trivial compared to the scores of prayers you are listening to right now. Still, you care for the lilies of the filed . . . the sparrows of the air. Surely you care for me. It’s so trivial! I know. I know. Still, these […]