Trials and hardships and fire come to test us. And weren’t many of us walking like that? A classmate, now widowed. A friend, divorce looming. Someone else, single parenting. And

Congratulations to Barb Snyder, winner of this small, caffeinated American mama’s favorite coffee, Salted Caramel! Thanks for participating. It’s Valentine’s Day (as though you could miss it). In the coffee

This post was written in the glorious light of the springtime sun. Today, the sun breaks golden on The Three, casting diamonds aglitter o’er the snow-encrusted land. And Father’s heart,

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerWhat a business trip that was. And what a sight for sore eyes. Or wait. A sight for frostbitten eyes is what it was. I nearly felt bad announcing it.

It was May 1985. In a warm church sanctuary on a Friday night, 11 teenagers vibrated with excitement. In the pews behind them gathered family. Friends. Coworkers and bosses. Grandparents,

For two hours and more, we’ve driven from our sleepy, little town to the bustling metropolis, which boasts an international hub. Dashing in to the bus through bitter cold and

“I think people are wimps.” This was the proclamation put forth by Mr. Schrock, conserver of words, who nailed his feelings in five. Tired of anemic winters where the high

Outside, the sun is shining. Here, in the Land of the Sun and the Beach, there’s a chill in the air. My thoughts turn towards home. Home, where the wind

I’ve been a news junkie since the tender age of 6. That’s when, according to my mother, I’d come to them with news of the day. Startled, they’d snatch up

“Oh, my heart.” That’s what I thought when I read it, pressing a hand to my chest. There were sometimes no words; no syllables, vowels, or consonants to offer when