People are SO pushy this time of year. Seriously. Thanksgiving isn't quite here yet, but I've been "encouraged" all wee...

Six stockings are hung by the faux chimney with care, the upstairs balcony railing twinkles with a hundred miniature starry ligh...

Three weeks before Thanksgiving, and the mall is aglitter with everything corporate Christmas.  Tinseled lights span the open air over sho...

It was an early Sunday morning when I lost my second child.  Hours later while the world slowly roused itself from sleep to the rosy rays ...

I hand a twenty dollar bill to the cashier and watch as she pulls out what appears to be a yellow highlighter.  Although this has happened...

"I watched an assassination today,"  she said. My head jerked upwards in shock, but she continued calmly swirling her spoon th...

In The Blood Covenant , Clay Trumbull (a late 1800s clergyman) explores the concept of covenant, a binding agreement, and how it perm...