The sun came up as bright as you might wish for an Easter morning. Dazzling yellow set in a sky of Easter egg blue. But the…
I felt a tremble in my wife’s arms when we hugged.
It’s Easter. There’s a blizzard blowing past my windows and piling up snow against the back door.
Fleeing the cold reality of February in Minnesota for a week at a nice hotel with a beach and a pool is something…
I attended the funeral of a piano tuner last week.
Three of the four candles are burned low in the Advent wreath. The fourth stands at full height, unlit.