On this chill morning, though, standing there at my window, it’s the light that catches my eye. Shining warm, shining clear, the eastern light has touched the leaves that still

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerWith the boys back in school now, things at our house are finally settling into a routine for the baby and me. The first week was a little dicey. He

For a year, I’d waited, prayed for direction and thought of the girls from Holmes County. For a year, there was much that had been afoot. The Almighty had been

It was the annual open house at the school up the road. For days, the 7-year-old whose blue jeans I launder had been buzzing. For days, the book fair had

Raising my eyes toward the heavens, I addressed my complaint to Almighty: “Where are the girls in my life?!” And that quick, Little Tooter dropped this, “They’re in Ohio.” I

Settled in bed late at night, we’d hear it. Someone overhead, walking quiet, walking soft on the wooden floorboards. Often, it was one of the boys. “Go to bed!” we’d

Driving into town on a bright, clear day, I see it. To the left, a tall maple with color aflame shouts “glory” from its spot by the road. Turning onto

I’d texted in a panic. That quick, she’d called, hearing me out and walking me through. Then she said it, the nugget-truth that turned on the light:  “He always intercedes

“Dear Resident Cricket.” That’s how the note began. “After weeks of your cheerful little ‘songs of praise’ down there in the hinterlands (i.e., the basement), I can hardly remember my

Sitting “criss cross, applesauce” in a circle around her, Auntie would pull us right in. Eyes wide, she’d begin, “We’re going on a bear hunt.” And eyes wide, we’d repeat