It can’t be, can it? It’s not possible, is it? Surely it hasn’t been that long. No matter how unbelievable it seems, there’s no getting around it. It’s been three

I think it hit two zip codes. At least, that’s how it looked from my spot by the fire. The front bumper was squarely in ours, but the back one

“It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out.” Alright, so it wasn’t stormy, but it was dark, and the way the conversation was going, it was

Truth or lies. Despair or joy. Hope or defeat. Belief or unbelief. So many choices for the child of God. If ever we thought we were in for a trouble-free

“…And they lived happily ever after.” This is how every good fairy tale from Cinderella to Sleeping Beauty to Snow White ends. After kissing too many frogs, the beauty finally

Sixteen years, two jiggly mirrors, and 201,000 miles. Throw in one anemic engine, 0.3 cup holders per person, and an air conditioner that went clunk, and the numbers added up

If there is any vocation today that virtually requires an applicant to be bipolar, it would certainly be motherhood. This, of all jobs, requires a delicate balance of law and

Life seldom turns out as you expect. In the beginning, the world is your oyster. You have hopes and dreams. You know what you want to be and where you

I know you will think this is positively un-American and about as unpatriotic as it gets, but March Madness came and went with naught but yawns from us over here.

As with many of you, last week was spring break for us. Whether you fled to Florida or were stuck at home like moss on a log, you experienced a