I remember well the wedding of her parents.  As our own Boy Two squirmed, thrilled, in his small, rented tux, tracing the alphabet in the carpet down in front, my

Who says I can’t write a good mystery? Call me the Tom Brokaw, the Shepard Smith of our household, but I take my reporting duties very seriously.  As soon as

They’d participated in numerous church services, sharing their testimonies and encouraging the native people.  He’d reveled in their lively worship style, this kid with the elastic hips and the bouncy

Job stress, family issues, cracks in the budget, and a mower that breaks.  Drop by drop, the leak begins.  A rivulet forms, and then a river, rushing, raging, sweeping away

What a day that was!  All that hoopla and warm wishes and friends popping into my virtual cubicle, cheerful faces shining, just because.  Just because 44 years ago yesterday, I

Odd, how The Claw turned the fellows in the rear into Olympic-caliber gymnasts.  Suddenly, they’d grow elastic extremities, doing the splits or pinning their feet up behind their ears in

If this were ‘B’ week, I’d remind you that I live in a nest of B’s.  As in boys – four of ’em plus their dad.  I’m awash in a sea of

“Come, best friend!” I heard Little shout over his shoulder to the boy at the park, and he disappeared in a flash of denim. After the muggy Indiana weather, we’d

Yesterday, a status happened through my news feed that cracked me up.  “Goodbye, shrub.  Hello, teenager with very fragile, tenuous cell phone privileges,” it said.  I could only guess what had happened. 

For the first time, we were able to introduce the southern siblings to the event they’d heard so much about.  With Mom and Dad Yoder joining us and Mom’s aunt