It was the sixth-grade concert, and our own Boy Three was just there to the right, third row up, standing stiffly amidst a sea of his classmates.  That green shirt

It’s there that I always come to again.  The crowds have vanished, and I’m still standing by the washing machine.  Rats.  Still no novel.  I sure wish I could write

He and a host of his tiny friends and classmates had taken their place in the worship service just earlier, waving their palm branches helter skelter as we sang together,

We were seated in church on Palm Sunday, voices raised in corporate worship, singing this song: “Hosanna!  Hosanna! You are the God who saves us, Worthy of all our praises!

He laughed, knowing that our lawmakers were perfectly safe from the likes of me.  At 4’ 11-1/2”, I need a stepladder just to straighten a collar, much less to perform

After the mountaintop of answered prayer and the great relief the doctor’s words had brought (“his heart is healthy”), I’ve got to tell you – I hit the skids.  Monday came,

It was two weeks ago today that word came via Grandma Schrock that a brother-in-law and sister-in-law were on their way to a far-off hospital with their own boy, small,

In my opinion, there really is a striking resemblance between my husband and the movie star, though the similarities pretty much end at the neck.  Mr. Travolta, for instance, flies. 

Someone asked me, and rightly so, “Did the your local doctor actually hear anything?  Was she wrong?” No, I don’t think so.  I absolutely believe that she heard a loud

Such have been the themes of my heart for the last four weeks and change. Yesterday we got our answers, for that’s when we loaded the tribe in the BMV