Hydrangea Hideaway My nephew Everett had a way with words. He was two years old when he grabbed…
Stacks of magazines and newspapers, empty cardboard boxes, half-filled trash bags of clothes to be given away. Junk…
Suzie, my terrier, lay down on the rug in my parents’ living room and looked at me with…
Scotch burned my throat on the way down. Finally. I’d waited hours for my favorite bar to open…
We were only an hour into our 3,000-mile, cross-country trek to my family reunion in North Carolina. Already,…
Since sunup I’d been out on the Missouri River, riding around in my 14-foot metal boat. The river…
Oklahoma was my new home now that I was retired from my pastoral work, but as my wife,…
What a racket! Were they never going to quiet down? Some of us are trying to get some…
Bedtime was miserable for me when I was seven. The attic door just outside my bedroom had an…
Our grocery shopping out of the way, I steered the car toward the exit to the parking lot.…
Today’s guest blogger is motivational speaker and author Nancy B. Gibbs, of Cordele, Georgia. The man I had…
When I turned in my last blog about my angel mother, I got a nice surprise from my…
