Timeless Treasures

Timeless Treasures

JN Fenwick, author, In the Eye of the Storm | In the Aftermath of the Storm A room without books is like a body without a soul. Cicero Image by Pixabay Thomas Jefferson’s home, Monticello, has always been one of my favorite places to visit; especially, his library. Standing in the dim room, surrounded by [...]

Prayers from the Foxhole

Prayers from the Foxhole

by JN Fenwick, Author, In the Eye of the Storm, In the Aftermath of the Storm, and Four Weeks: A Journey from Darkness How life taught me the value of spiritually walking with God daily, rather than simply seeking Him in times of need. Image by Pixabay In moments of crisis we instinctively and without [...]

Chautauqua: Working Together

Chautauqua: Working Together

by Cynthia McCauley, director and contributing author, In the Aftermath of the Storm Chautauqua is an Iroquois word meaning, ‘working together.’  Founded on the premise of learning by working together in service to others, Chautauqua Learn and Serve Charter School strives to emulate, on a pocket-sized scale, our distinguished parent organization, the Chautauqua Institution near [...]

Imperfectly Whole

Imperfectly Whole

by Jennifer N. Fenwick, author of Four Weeks: A Journey from Darkness At the age of 19, my life changed in an unimaginable way. In a way that altered me to the very marrow of my being. All it took was a few sentences; a few words strung together and spoken by the one I’d [...]

Mercy Chefs: The Mission of Chef Gary and Ann LeBlanc

Mercy Chefs: The Mission of Chef Gary and Ann LeBlanc

by Linda Artman, contributing author, In the Eye of the Storm and In the Aftermath of the Storm A few days after Hurricane Michael, Mercy Chefs arrived in Panama City. They've returned many times since to provide meals and spread hope throughout the storm-battered region. Photo by Linda Artman The name suggests that food is [...]

Summer Showers

Summer Showers

by Sandi Klug-Lard, contributing author, In the Aftermath of the Storm "I found a massive dead rat in the shed," my husband said by way of greeting. Jesse stood in the doorway leading to our backyard, his black hair wet with humidity and sweat.  "That's disgusting." I crinkled my nose.  "Come look at it." He [...]