by Rita Hudgens | Aug 8, 2017
Who would ever guess that three vintage wicker baskets – one blue, one pink, one green, could cause such bickering in a family? Each year at Easter time, I’d climb the attic stairs and brave whatever menacing arachnids or rodents I had imagined lived up there....
by Rita Hudgens | Jul 6, 2017
May 23, 2015 Although it’s been two full years since my mother passed away, I remember it as if it were yesterday. She was living out her final days on this earth -her time was drawing near. No one could believe she was still alive. She had gone 23 days without food,...
by Rita Hudgens | May 15, 2017
Mental prisons come in various shapes, sizes and colors. Some may take the form of a deep, dark, foreboding old foe: fear. For others, the prison disguises itself as a bright shiny truth – but in actuality it’s nothing more than our own self-limiting beliefs...
by Rita Hudgens | Apr 10, 2017
Can you remember back to your adolescent raging hormones, obsessive fantasies, and daydreaming about your first, highly anticipated, cataclysmic event – – – owning and driving your first car? Most pre-teen boys, though not yet sprouting facial hair,...
