Beth L Barnett
Body Language
I love Facebook, particularly because if allows me to keep up with my family and friends. I saw pictures of Tyler and Jacob the day each was born even though they live far away. I would have never known… Continue reading
Pinky Kase on Dresden
I remember Dresden well. We were on a cruise on the Elbe in Germany and we stopped there and gazed at the blackened ruins of the Frauenkirche which had collapsed from fifteen hundred degree heat during… Continue reading
Shame on Kansas
What has happened to our collective great moral conscience? Our state social services are in line for deep, painful cuts to some to the poorest of us all. Yet the Senate Ways and Means Committee and House appropriations Committee have… Continue reading
Foster Care
Twenty years ago, I wrote an article about a retreat sponsored by The Missouri Division of Family Services for foster children, aged 14 to 18. The purpose of the retreat was to help DFS learn, understand, and deal more effectively… Continue reading
The Bell
As soon as they were old enough to leave the yard, we told the children to come when they heard the bell. Mounted conveniently outside the kitchen door, it had a loud, commanding ring that could be heard as… Continue reading