Faith, Fiction, Friends

Events erupt into best laid plans, as the poet Robert Burns once noted. The next two weeks are going to be wild, for at least two reasons. O...

In January, Laura Boggess posted an article at The High Calling Blogs about poetry, and picked up quite a number of comments, including o...

Some time ago, a comment left here on a blog post took me to the commenter’s web site. And I discovered someone who, seeing that newbies lik...

It was cool, and the view spectacular, as they hiked down from the summit, but Maggie was miserable. She hadn’t wanted to come on this youth...

Ideas have consequences. But I didn’t know that a question I was asked when I was teaching an adult Sunday School class had its roots in the...

There was a barn raising, once; horses and cows snorted and jostled, once; hay was baled and lifted, once; my father carried me up the ladde...

Last month, I had a poetry-and-wine giveaway here for L.L. Barkat’s InsideOut: Poems . One copy of the poems would be given away at random ...