He’d awakened, miserable. “I couldn’t get to sleep,” he said, scratching an arm. It’s so itchy.” Sure enough. On legs, arms and chest, red blotches had broken out. “That’s not

How kind of you to teach your baby brother, The Cheerful Little Cricket, my cell number. Can I just say…what were you thinking?!  Oh, I’m sure it was a hoot

When it happens, it’s a crisis. No, I mean it. Look up the word “crisis” in any dictionary, and there’ll be a picture of a microwave oven, black smoke rising,

Days passed, and nothing. Despair turned to anger in the pit I was in, and exhaustion hovered black o’er my days. And then. And then on a hot and bright

Before there were cell phones, there was still distracted driving. I thought of this recently when a friend told me about a bumper sticker she’d seen. “Driving under the influence

It was nearly 6 years ago on November 5, 2007, that something quite miraculous occurred. In a certain local paper, page 3, Monday edition, a column appeared with a face

The barn’s throwing its shadow. Behind it, the sun does His bidding, rising silent from the east, just blocked by the peak of that barn. For a moment, I listen

It came up this past weekend.  Able at last to go on a date night with hubby, the venerable Mr. Schrock, we’d slipped out for the evening to catch a

And here it comes. In a mere three days, I will face my annual struggle, that being the dark temptation to throw tack strips down across the road as the

On the other end of the phone, she’s teaching wisdom, giving counsel. She’s speaking truth, and me? I’m feeling grateful. It’s this one, an older, wiser woman dropped right in