Walking through the room yesterday, I heard Dave tell someone on the phone: “We’ve got to get rid of the static.” He wasn’t talking...

About fifty years ago, my Aunt Carolyn had a brainstorm: Grandma must have one more ride in a horse-drawn buggy. Some of us grandkids...

One of my very favorite stories is told by our friend Dann. When he was a young, tow-headed boy he loved to walk out across the fields...

Years ago, Dave and I read a fable about a group of yearlings. When it came time for them to be broken to harness, most submitted. ...

Pondering ‘the law’ at 3am, I was thinking: we’re neither under the law nor above the law. Hadn’t thought in quite those terms before...

Miss Rababa was my 8th grade language arts teacher. Even more than her words, her appearance demanded attention. She had jet black,...

I know a certain little red-haired girl who used to resist holding my hand in parking lots. And of course, that is a typical adult/child...

We have an obnoxious weather radio. NOAA is its name. It makes this hoarse, jarring, blasting sound and then the message which follows...

As the glowing bride stood beside her almost husband, she took a momentary trip back to her childhood. It wasn’t an intentional lack of...