“You have something you’re uniquely gifted to do. And isn’t it just wonderful when God gives you a place to use that gift, do that ‘thang,’ and it makes a

I’m scratching it out, pen in hand, heart scrolling in cursive and ink across the pages of an Italian leather journal, green, embossed with leaves. Head bent over the mug,

It’s the Party Store. As our resident cardinal flies, it would be a mere wing stretch. But for this local citizen, it’s a bit more involved, requiring the use of

It was a beauty pageant, a conversation one night on the road, and a blog post that came after that . Women opened up, shared their hearts, and they bled,

In the predawn darkness, the house is quiet. The snow-blanket that’s tucked us in has come, bearing gifts. For boys, a school delay is not nothing. And they slumber. Beside

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I’m running along in morning’s sun. After days of gray and clouds and chill, the sun is a welcome presence. Here and there, snow ribbons streak across fallow ground.

In this small town, the coffee shop anchors the main square. It’s the center of commerce. Here, locals gather, exchanging quips and news and quick hellos. “Did you solve world

It’s been bothering me for quite some time, but I’ve not felt the nudge, yet, to speak it. But yesterday, it happened again, and now I know that it’s time…

It’s a hard thing. Moving into a community that’s not your own, where everyone knows everyone else. Where the order’s established, the totem pole’s full, and one’s name isn’t on

Finding himself of marrying age, he scanned the horizon o’er golden fields in search of a maiden fair. His heart sank, for there was none to be found, not that