Chaos.  Uproar.  Shouting.  Banging.  Plotting.  Planning.  Clacking.  Calling.  Praying. It’s full-bore Christmas season at the Schrock household.  As The Mister diligently labors, unhindered by the sounds of shouting and the

The year 2008 was a hard one for our small town.  Those of you who follow the blog regularly have read of those events.  The piece I’m sharing today is

A thousand things rushed through our minds that night.  We were shocked, numb.  Fear came like a flood with a hundred “what if’s.”  What if this pregnancy went like the

One of my favorite things about the Christmas story is the baby.  Anyone with a true maternal heart (or a paternal one, for that matter) will be drawn to a good

It’s the season of birthdays. We celebrate the Babe of Bethlehem with color and sound and joyous events. Families gather, and hearts are full. Speaking of families and speaking of

In this season of consummate beauty, there is little that can compare to the sounds of Christmas.  Last night, we, along with friends, experienced a beauty and sensory overload.  Mannheim

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, here’s what’s looking good to me today: You’ve heard of the recent sounds in the night (i.e., the skittering of ugly,

Across the street from my husband’s office in a small, small town stands the coffee shop, a community gathering place for friends and strangers alike. Right there on the corner of the

Even as menus are being finished and kitchens are buzzing, the schedule is still being tweaked.  In the beginning, I thought it was real simple and laid it out like