It was the last FFF (Fun, Free Friday) of the summer. Here, one non-driving teen was needing a ride to the high school where the cross-country team was hoofing it

I’d put it to him at dinner one night. There he sat, my blue-eyed, sandy-haired kid with the freckles on his nose and a corn cob in his hand. With

In the Great, Unsolved Mysteries of the Universe, this one ranks right up there. My vast experience with the opposite sex notwithstanding, I remain confused, perplexed and kerflummoxed; in a

It came as a surprise. Both times, I’d not seen it, not in the beginning, at least. Both times, there’d been nothing to indicate it lay hidden somewhere in the

What a summer it’s been. It began as it has many times in the past with a Little League baseball season. Up at the ballpark, we renewed old acquaintances, made

I was born on the Kansas prairie. On a long-ago day in July, I appeared, beating one sister by a couple of years and a brother by a solid six.

Her face. Oh, my heart. That face I’d come to love. It beamed with the light of a thousand candles, and joy, radiant and pure, shone brightly. I’d seen her

Funny, how life turns out. Mister and I have spoken this often, that nothing’s gone just like we thought; that life has turned out all different. What this means is

What you don’t know (unless you’ve walked it) is all that’s involved when a prodigal runs. When he heads full bore to a far-distant land. When the lamb that you

What a wonderful time of year. As I write, a summer rain is falling. Instead of bundling up in layers, tripling my normal circumference, I trot happily about in flip-flops