That Christmas season, Christmas 2002, our tree was absolutely perfect. A white spruce with lush, green needles, and…
I was eight years old when I first crossed the border from my home state of Nebraska into…
Before I wrote 1997’s Tuesdays With Morrie, I didn’t spend much time thinking about life and death. I…
Diane Alford goes to a lot of little league games near her hometown of Smyrna, Georgia. But she…
I leaned against an oak at the side of the road, wishing I were invisible, keeping my distance…
You’ve heard Mother Goose stories. How about a heartwarming Father Goose story? Once upon a time…well, one spring…
My phone buzzed as I got out of the car and walked up to my daughter Lauren’s school.…
How do you know when you’ve met the love of your life? I couldn’t stop thinking about Esther.…
Ice-cream shops, antique stores, cozy bungalows, folks staking out prime spots on the white sand…a typical beach town,…
It’s feeding time on the farm. Our two camels, Sybil and Nadia, trot over to their individual feed…
It’s a question any person of faith struggles with, not just a journalist or newscaster. You see misery…
One January night, I called my husband, Rick, and our 20-year-old son, Thomas, to supper. They were outside…
