THE LONG WAY HOME
She’s just starting into 2nd. grade, cruising toward her eighth birthday. Her mom and dad kindly let us “borrow” her and her sister from time …
GRANDMA’S COOKIE JAR
My grandma’s cookie jar sat on the counter in a corner of her little pink kitchen, just waiting for her grandchildren to show up. Oh, …
THELMA’S TEA SET
It caught my eye the first time I spotted it gleaming with rosy pride in my mother’s china cabinet. A squat little teapot with matching …
BREAKFAST IN BED
The kitchen is flooded with the strong morning light of summer. I wonder once again how it is that anyone can prefer any season over …
WASON POND
I don’t know how God dreamed up this place, but He must have known how much we would grow to love it. Somewhere back in time, a …
ANGELS AT THE SWAMP
It’s a perfect June morning. Mother wakes me with a gentle tap on my shoulder. Sunshine is pooling softly on my bedroom floor. “Wake up, …
BERTHA’S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
The harsh Kansas prairie winds swept mercilessly over the little town of Pittsburgh. High up in the sky, some spiteful giant was pitching icy handsful …