Lucky for them, I’ve managed to escape ephebiphobia.  That’s the fear of teenagers.  And lucky for me, I don’t have androphobia.  That’s the fear of men.  What I do have

Officially, there were two of us running again.  Unofficially, everybody runs.  Just because the rest of us don’t have numbers pinned on our shirts doesn’t mean we’re not running.  As

She hugged me there on the high stool in my favorite corner.  “What are you reading?” she asked eagerly. “I’m in Isaiah,” I said, “and I wish I could understand

Just home from an end-of-the-year meeting at school, I get Little his breakfast, grind up the beans, and measure fresh coffee into the filter.  Cream (the real kind) swirls like ribbons

Another thing I’d look for, if I were in the market for a horse, is side airbags.  The BMV has ‘em.  Overprotective mother that I am, they give me a

All the physicians she’d consulted through the years had been of no help.  Desperate, she’d gone to one, then another, and still she bled. Penniless now, hemorrhaging unchecked, she inched

One of our sons, for instance, came packaged with a strong-willed temperament.  He doesn’t give up easily.  When he sets his mind on something, he hangs on with every fingernail,

Then April came, and Dawning Generation, the show choir, appeared at the Maple Syrup Festival.  Family came once more.  And once more, we all cheered, clapping and shouting for them

Looking back at that girly girl, playing with her dolls, I realize now that there was a lot she didn’t know.  This morning over my fresh-ground coffee, this mother of

It was a very special night for them, for the halftime show was to feature the young girls who’d attended cheerleading camp.  For one night, they were going to live