Faith, Fiction, Friends

In 2011 and 2012, I was participating in a blogging linkup hosted by Bonnie Gray at Faith Barista . It was mostly a linkup with women a...

My first bookcase was a simple affair: four shelves made of boards of pine stained a reddish brown. My father built it one weekend; I w...

We must have been idiots. Feb. 14, 1973: We had known each other a little over a month. I gave her flowers. She gave me an album (...

With Matthew and the other children eating cake and ice cream in the dining room, Hank went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Five-ye...

I’d been seeing a lot of blog posts – a LOT of blog posts – about “one word for 2013.” It’s an idea, organized by someone so far back in ...

It doesn’t matter whether we go to his house or he comes to ours. Our grandson Cameron has learned to connect his grandparents with some ...

Sometimes my brain works in ways that are strange. Actually, my wife would say, “Tell me something I don’t know.” A few days ago, I ...

Joy must be in the air. On Monday, the theme for the Warrior Poets Circle was “ unspeakable joy .” Today, Bonnie Gray at Faith Barista  ...

I’ve been seeing numerous posts about “one word” – one word to describe your hopes and plans for 2012, or what’s on your heart for 2012....

One of my favorite movies about the birth of Christ is The Nativity Story , released in 2006. One of the reasons is that it has more abou...

I was in first grade. In early December, I came home from school in tears. My mother thought I had been in a fight on the school bus, or th...

For years when I was growing up in New Orleans, part of the wonder of Thanksgiving and Christmas were the family dinners – and they were ...