STORIES | dianekingvann

LONGING TO BE LOVED AND ACCEPTED FOR WHO WE ARE, AS WE ARE

I believe we are each a part of God. I believe God universally and unconditionally loves us all. Each one of us – no matter where we were...

Saturday August 13th, 2016 Minneapolis Airport, Minneapolis, Minnesota THE BLISS OF...

The clouds swirl, collect into masses of white, edged with grey. The watery blue sky seems thin, unsubstantial when confronted with the...

We each have a unique experience of this oft-abused little word, but when you look at it in it’s pure form, and get to the essence of...

Quiet. Stillness. Calm. Serenity. Those words are the most beautiful words in the universe to me, for they express what my soul craves,...

I'm fine. I'm busy. I'm doing all those zillion and one things you all are doing, too. Laundry, cleaning the kitchen, making beds, paying...

I open my arms, release the tension in my shoulders and breathe. A small space expands in my chest and I breathe again. Slowly, more...

We all have addictions. I’m not talking about the big ones, after all, this is a family rated story. I’m talking about the daily little...

That’s my life. Lived through the digits of thumb to pinkie, lifted and released and let loose on those beautiful black and white pieces...

We Italians have a gift for melancholy. And Drama –in the living room, at the dining room table, all over the house. We have a passion...