As they’re out there, chirping “to beat the band,” as my mother always said, I find myself nearly breathless at the windowsill, thinking of the warmer temperatures soon to come.

Sitting in the back of the room, I heard her say it. “Criss cross. On your bottoms!” It was Little Schrock’s pretty, blonde and cheerful teacher. Settling into the now-familiar

Today, I feel compelled to tell you a story. It began nearly two years ago when the first ones went missing… You who come and read here know me as

There had to be a better way. I wasn’t asking for the Brooklyn Bridge or the moon on a platter. All I wanted was one simple change; a little old

Feeling the nudge, I flip the pages, eyes landing at last in Colossians. And read this: “To (the saints) God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious

Note: This Grounds for Insanity column was published in the 03/11/13 edition of The Goshen News. It was a privilege, really, to enter their world. The sight of those squirming

I greet them all, the precious Trinity. “Good morning, Father. Good morning, Jesus. And good morning, Holy Spirit.” With their names on lips, my heart awakens, turns a’right, face toward

Nestling in at my favorite place, surrounded by high brick walls and pressed-tin ceilings, I cracked the cover, feeling lost, unfit to diagnose myself. And this is what I found:

According to a February 2009 CareerBuilder.com survey of more than 8,000 workers, a full 20% said they are late to work at least once a week. A surprising 12% admitted

I feel it in my chest. A lump of sorrow, and I remember the phone call that came last night. It was my son. “It was so hard, Mom.” My