Family

This is a story, set at Christmastime, about a little girl who lived in central Illinois and sent a letter to Santa in December, 1908. She graciously forgave him for overlooking her home the year before, blaming it on the smallness of the stockings at the family fireplace—too hard to ...

Are you disappointed in the snapshots of your life today?  Are your pictures less than perfect–marred with disappointments or grief?  Perhaps you have not yet found that one true love–or one you loved has left or died?  Maybe your home no longer resonates with laughter and dreams or the work ...

My parents split, but not in the way you might think.  One died from cancer when I was 5-years-old.  The other died of a heart attack when I was 21-years-old. I thought nothing could have been worse than my mom and dad dying.  I know comparing pain is pointless, because heartache is heartache, yet I ...

Christmas.  ‘Twas the season to be jolly, but I was finding myself much more contemplative than jolly.  Every time I would come across a manger scene, I was somehow captivated like never before nor since.  That little baby, the Son of God, seemed to be inviting me so tangibly into ...

We don’t have satellite TV at our house, but we do have “farmer’s cable” meaning our channels are limited to a small selection including infomercials. Between the Snackeez, Pillow Pets, and everything else in between, my kids love to try and convince me of how desperately I need, or should ...