Yesterday afternoon found me hobbling around the house, my big toe red, and throbbing.  By evening, I could barely walk without yelling at...

My Father's hands are brushed milk chocolate by the sun, their tops stippled with a darker hue of brown. With each passing year, the s...

It's one of those evenings when I take stock of life and envision my feet stuck fast in rubber cement. Dust bunnies outnumber humans ...

Have you ever had a friend or relative who complained about everything big and small from the weather to the price of pasta to the depth o...

Like many other Americans, my family has a rich military heritage full of real-life war stories.  My two grandfathers fought in WWII....

I have never camped out.  Not in a tent. Not in an RV.  Maybe a sleeper train would count? (or not) Although I spend more daytime hours...

The concept that for God's child, there is no aimless wandering even when she can't see the path is both comforting and disconce...