The list from my church grows longer and longer. That’s where I see names of those to be prayed for in this tangled world with its...

On my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall...

Sweater weather. Friday afternoon: I arrive at the Mennonite Fellowship Building located behind the church, beside the creek. Laughter. I...

I’m circling like a buzzard in a parking lot at a funeral home. I need a place with plenty of space. (I have depth perception issues.) My...

We are in the middle of the story. What is is, but we are not at the end of the story. No more than the hummingbird I’m watching. What...

Dear Flood Victims, As I look at the photos on the internet of Northeast Arkansas, my jaw drops and tears well in my eyes. I’ve seen...

Crosses. My husband made me a wooden one. It hangs on a wall. I wear a silver one around my neck. I hear people say, “That’s my cross to...

It’s ten days before Christmas, coldness has settled its haunches in our valley again, and things are breaking: the gas line that comes...