In our economy, the pecking order is set up something like this:  the bigger you are, the more (and the harder) you ‘peck.’  Conversely, the smaller you are, the more likely

If I were some technological genius, I would include in these last two blog posts, a scratch-and-sniff button that would have you leaning, nose pressed, against your screen.  I’d like

I come from a long line of Plain People.  Known as Amish and Mennonites, they were salt-of-the-earth farmers and craftsman who worked hard with their hands, scratching a living from

“Oh, Balderdash!”  No, really.  Balderdash!  This particular game was the source of much hilarity last weekend during a birthday party for the 21-year-old.  If you’ve been following the blog, you

“I look like HIM,” he said, and he pointed at Daddy.  That was Little Caboose a Sunday or two ago as he got dressed in his brand-new khakis before church.  This

Looking at the lights that shine now on the tree and listening to Andy Williams sing the classics, my heart quiets, and I remember just why this season is so

Say what you will about families – that they’re dysfunctional and messy.  They’re confusing and irritating.  They’re noisy and imperfect.  And they are. They’re also our root system.  They give

There it was, right across the table.  It looked at me with eyes of blue, upside-down paper hat perched atop its head. A moment of beauty frosted in donut sugar, chewing eagerly

He weighed 8 pounds 10 ounces, arriving on a wintry Indiana day that blew in on a frigid north wind.  Blinking sleepily from beneath a cap of dark hair with those startling blue eyes, his

It was right there, just where the sky meets the land.  There, in that thin band of daylight that splits the dark in two.  It was there that beauty spoke. After two days