“He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.  Santa Claus is comin’ to town.” Just coming off a crazy summer with 4 sons (ages 21, 18, 12, and 5), there’s

I’d uncovered the general categories of my gifting, but where did they fit?  I didn’t have a clue.  All I knew was it had something to do with “encouragement,” “exhortation,”

  Boy Two had found four large mirrors at his dad’s office and had schlepped them home.  “What in the world?” I’d said, finding them atop the dryer.  He’d grinned

Of mountains.  Of miracles.  Of Monday papers.  Of great, big dreams and a time tomove.  That’s what’s on my mind this morning. It’s column day today.  Driving to the coffee

It was Lee, our friend from church who’d burst energetically into our lives some years back.  An empty nester, she’d adopted us, pulling us right into her heart and life,

There’s no picket fence, and the birds that twitter overhead are the same ones that poo on the car down below.  Whose owner, by the way, does not “heart” that. 

“Laughter is an instant vacation.”  You’re right, Milton Berle. “I’m thankful for laughter except when milk comes out of my nose.”  That’s true, Woody Allen. “Dogs laugh, but they laugh

Holy smoke and good grief!  If I’d’ve had a klue as to what all was involved, I might’ve signed up to be a pet groomer instead.  Or a taxi driver

There’s some jockeying for the lead, so to speak, and the privilege of wearing the proverbial jersey.  Then you remember the peloton, that pack of crumb crunchers behind you, and

For instance, one Saturday night we were slumbering peacefully when we were startled awake by a loud beeping noise.  Was it a large dump truck preparing to back over the