My thorn in the flesh remains just that – a sharp, relentless thorn.  We’ve prayed for months, and still it sticks; stinging, burning like fire (some days more than others) as we

“I left a part of me there,” he said only this morning, feeling it keen.  I smiled.  “That’s how your brother felt when he went to Mexico.” They’d returned, those

When you write, it feels as if your words tumble out into a great, black gulf.  You can’t see people’s faces. Can’t look into their eyes.  You don’t know for sure if anyone

Inventive critters that they are, they were launching themselves off the side of the trampoline on that tire swing, one of them with whoops of delight (Boy Two), one of

That’s exactly what happens inside my brain.  Just when I think I have the weekly schedule figured out, someone will canter past my desk, dropping a casual, “Oh, by the

I’d taken off early this morning, chunky backpack with the girlish accents tucked in behind me, and headed for my favorite place in the world to create.  I’d savored my coffee, freshly

Groucho Marx was tough as well.  “Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedies.” Maybe one of the reasons

Big E, little E.  What begins with E?  EXCITEMENT for a birthday boy.  E, e, e. Yup – it’s been an exciting week around here with Little Brother turning five only

There was talk of food; of donuts and other yummy stuff to eat, and it took about 0.5 seconds for two able-bodied young men to shout a resounding “yes!”  So off

With a crash and a bang and bright flashes of light, it was a loud thunderstorm that rolled overhead late into the night. The next morning, he brought it up.