“Yes.”  One word, falling to my desk like a stone; a rock; a chunk of ice.  For years, I’d driven past the school, Baby Boy strapped in behind me.  I’d

Riotous, rapturous with a bit of raucous.  Those are the words on the street today. In the circle of life with its cycles and seasons, it’s the “life” part 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

We were seated in church on Palm Sunday, voices raised in corporate worship, singing this song: “Hosanna!  Hosanna! You are the God who saves us, Worthy of all our praises!

After the mountaintop of answered prayer and the great relief the doctor’s words had brought (“his heart is healthy”), I’ve got to tell you – I hit the skids.  Monday came,

It’s writing day today.  Which means that once more, I packed my books and dreams in that burgundy backpack, grabbed my keys and phone, and headed south.  We drove in silence