My eyes are still closed from the night before, and the early morning light seeps through the lids of my eyes just as I’m about to open them - convincing me: Yes! God has given me a new day...again. Canadian geese are early risers too. I hear … [Read more...]

She was on vacation with her parents. Dad was on the golf course that day, Jorie and her mother were together both enjoying the relaxing vacation pastime of reading at the pool. With a drowsy brain and droopy eyelids, Jorie fell asleep on the … [Read more...]

My oldest brother was always in trouble. I'm not talking about cat torturing, teacher threatening, out-of-control, out-of-his mind trouble, Casey was known for getting into "boys-will-be-boys" trouble. Until last week. I got a phone call on … [Read more...]

It would be morbid to start off by telling you what motivated me to share my story. Consider this the buffer. I was reading the Sunday paper last week, glancing over the obituaries (as I usually do) and I recognized a name. The father of an old … [Read more...]

There's a special closeness between a mother and her adult son: an exceptional understanding, a mutual admiration, the enjoyment of just being together. But that wasn't exactly the case for Candy and Kyle. It's the spring of 2020 in suburban … [Read more...]

I'm sixty-three years old, and I'm living in the worst of times. The virus is spreading all around me. I just heard about the sister of a friend who "got it." It took a while to sink in. It seemed like months, but it was only weeks until America … [Read more...]

I am a first-grade teacher and a first-grader taught me a lesson last week. The assignment I gave to my young students was to draw a picture of something they were thankful for. Many of the kids drew pictures of their family, their pets, or a … [Read more...]

This is a story about a modern-day American Princess and her Prince Charming. It is not a fairy tale. It's a true story and, it doesn't have a totally happy ending. But it does have hope. Princess Elizabeth was daddy's little girl until the day … [Read more...]

He was just a kid back then. A lonely kid, bewildered by how his life took a bad turn. It wasn’t his fault - he knew that yet somehow he felt responsible. He felt guilty. He felt dirty. That’s how Johann described it to me thirty-five years later … [Read more...]