Humble Gifts (Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: A few days ago, my father surprised me with a wooden block calendar that he’d changed the phrasing on to reflect some of my interests. It was a nice reminder that the smallest gifts can mean a great deal, especially when given with love.] Sometimes the sweetest gifts       are

Journal Entry #26–I’m Getting a Violin!

I happened to come across a reasonably priced violin on Amazon recently. Having always admired the sweet songs that violins can create, and curious about trying out a stringed instrument, I placed an order for it. Then my family members learned about this move, and started rushing out to order things like beginning violin books