Jesus Take the Phone … Take It From My Hand …
The other day my middle son asked if I would sit down and play the piano with him. I was busy writing something on my…
The other day my middle son asked if I would sit down and play the piano with him. I was busy writing something on my…
Once upon a time … Isn’t that how most fairy tales start? And fairy tales are fantasy, yes? Yet … sometimes it is easy to…
The little feet pin glinted on the woman’s lapel. The feet and toes were tiny. It was as if a fairy had landed upon her…
A hot, humid evening. Bugs in the grass and bugs in the air. A small, rural southern town. A humble baseball field off an unnamed…
Recently I was asked, “How did your childhood help you to form your ideas of marriage and what you needed to look for in a…
Does anyone else have floors that could be considered fertile ground for science fair projects? I feel like I’m constantly cleaning but to no avail….
I love to tease my mother-in-law Darlyne because the first time my husband John saw me we were at church. I was the 16-year-old cutie…
“You look festive!” My friend looked over my golf-ball-sized silver hoops, turquoise tank, knit plum skirt. It was one of my more art teacher-ish outfits….
Back in my teens, my high school stopped offering home economy classes. No one wanted to take them. Why? Most young women believed home ec…
Have you ever thought about how little Jesus was coached? No, I’m not talking about on the soccer field or the baseball diamond. I’m talking…