My home, humble brick, guardian of home plate, our field, our childhood turf. My window, atop the pinched garage, royal blue trim--a...

The onion. I remember my high school health teacher lecturing about relationships and how we were the center of the onion and that the...

Every kid has their time. That time is preceded with an era of feeling completely content with everything. COMPETELY CONTENT. Toys,...

Most of us cannot imagine heaven. We're picky when we envision it. You know, we think things like, I am not a huge fan of harp music—I...

When asked about moving often as a child, I notice that the person usually wears a pained, sympathetic look on her face as if to signal,...

When my doorbell would ring before 11 a.m. on Saturday morning, I knew it could only be one person. Denise. She was the only weirdo who...

The Bible story of Mary and Martha has always given me a smug satisfaction. It's proof!Jesus loves slackers! Laziness wins! It's a little...

I've always had a secret spot. Call it ju ju, feng shui, a safe feeling, pretty, or inspiring. I don't know exactly how I've chosen these...