Bedtime was miserable for me when I was seven. The attic door just outside my bedroom had an…
I met my cousin Eric out on Bald Eagle Lake for what we expected to be an uneventful…
Boxes filled the bedroom. We had only days to go before my daughter, J.J., and I had to…
I gazed at the blank paper on my easel, listening to the birds outside my window. Sometimes it…
I first met Vera in 1983, when I moved to my little farm with the somewhat dilapidated farmhouse.…
Rose was the youngest of the seven Johnson children, born late in her parents’ life, and named after…
Six years after we were married, my 29-year-old husband was fighting leukemia. Pain dulled Chris' blue eyes; he…
Impossible! That is what my mother said about the upcoming Christmas family reunion. It was our turn to…
I stood in the chill March wind staring up at a sculpture carved 600 years ago into the…
The sun was just beginning to come up as I pulled into the ER parking lot. The morning…
My friend Beverly Hughes (co-founder of Sweetwater Youth Ranch in Asheville, NC) posted this story recently, and I…
