It’s late spring when graduation celebrations abound. We’ve been to some special ones. A young woman, who was rescued as a teenager from a troubled background, shone at her recent graduation. A COVID graduation—held in a parking lot with chairs socially distanced—where the valedictorian said, “Serious times demand serious reflection. The faith that we had…
Our plane was scheduled to leave at 7 PM. Our gate agent said our takeoff would be delayed, then invited us to gather around the windows to honor the fallen soldier whose body had been flown home on our plane. Military vehicles arrived. Military personnel gathered solemnly. The United States Army Honor Guard stood at…
The following is an excerpt from Picnicking with God. I wrote this when I was grieved over my father’s death. He was born one hundred years ago today. When I am grief-torn, I head for the hills, to that one spot in the cemetery where I can block out the fairgrounds and McDonald’s, and see…
One Mother’s Day our young sons announced, “Your Mother’s Day present is that we are going to let you finish your lunch.” It was a fitting gift, for in those days I rarely finished a meal. Kids jumping on chairs, spilling drinks, and squabbling left me wanting to hire Emily Post . . . better…
One of the five males in my family is steady and focused. We thought he was the unusual one. The rest of my men say he has ASD—Attention Surplus Disorder. My other guys didn’t answer my questions when I was sitting right beside them, but they talked to me, from the other end of the…
