I’d called her recently, needing insight, seeking wisdom. And she, she dug right in, saying it plain. “Do you know what it is?” she asked. “There is a clinical depression,

“What in the world are they thinking?” That’s the question folks are asking in diners, in barbershops and around watercoolers across the country. This is quickly followed by, “And what

In a time of personal crisis, she’d come. Come with a sweet southern accent, heart wide open and eyes that really saw. She’d come–no, much more, she’d been sent. Sent

“Boy, this place can go from 0 to 60 in 5. Seconds, that is, which is as long as it takes for the bottom three to hop out of bed

“Who will take me?” he’d wondered aloud, sitting beside me in a darkened auditorium. “Shall I walk?” I’d laughed. “Oh, no. Daddy or I can take you. We’ll make sure

Old year, chapter written. New year, fresh, untouched. “All is well.” I remember the words He’d whispered at the cusp of another new year.  “All is well.” No matter what

That’s what I told a few of my closest friends on Facebook yesterday. I was kidding (sort of), but I wasn’t lying (not at all).  Even as we speak, the

Standing there in the light of the tree, I open it up. Little, my helper, leans forward, eager to see. I lift the protective covering, and there they are, the

Jesus in skin, receiving the needy, a line of humanity bedraggled stretching before him. There, the woman bent with an issue of blood that had kept her weak. Behind her,

He was born, the child was, at 24 weeks’ gestation. Just a handful, really; a mere feather on the scales. One pound, 8 ounces it read when they laid him