Faith, Fiction, Friends

It’s a window isn’t it a pane of polished sand that doesn’t separate time or reality but effects a separation of the mind, of a...

He arrived two weeks after his due date, by induction, and he was not impressed, yelling his way out into the world. He was a big baby...

Since Grandpa’s birthday occurred while we were in London, we went over to our son and daughter-in-law’s house yesterday for a belated...

She came to me young, and lovely, she did, carrying a beauty she’d deny, a beauty of face, yes, but more than that, a beauty o...

He was our firstborn, the son of two parents who were rather bookish, studious and quiet. He wasn’t. We nicknamed him Attila the...

I look at the book’s thickness and dread (past tense: drood?) my great expectations but Pip and the decayed lady in the decaye...

At one time, Memorial Day always fell on May 30. Then came the leisure society and the three-day weekend, and Memorial Day became the last M...

My grandson is one year old today. A year ago, we faced the prospect of Cameron’s father, my firstborn, dealing with brain surgery while m...

Her 45-year-old father was in California, stationed at a military base. He thought he'd retired but idiots in Pyongyang and Beijing inve...