Faith, Fiction, Friends

I have two sons, born eight years apart. There’s a reason for that, of course. The first one was rather, uh, four-on-the-floor full-steam-h...

Daughter, three sons, three families jumbled, never quite sewn or woven as if the tailor needed to practice first. Yet stitches held, my fin...

The remaining memories my father placed in the Hush Puppies box date from the late 1940s to the mid-1950s. Of note is a photo of a scene fro...

By far, the greatest number of items in my father’s Hush Puppies box came from World War II. He joined the Navy fairly late in the war – ear...

I always called it "The Hush Puppies Box," because that's what it was -- a shoebox with a photo of the iconic bassett hound on...