I was minding my own business a few weeks ago when I got the call” -- that dreaded, shrill ringing of my telephone bearing news just short of a ...
At first glance, Ronny looked like every other kid in the first-grade classroom where I volunteered as the Reading Mom. Wind-blown hair, scuffed shoes...
It seems to me that all writers, including those who deserve to be classified as geniuses, need encouragement, particularly in their early years. I al...
My senior year of high school was an extremely hectic one, to say the least. If I wasn’t studying and worrying about my grades, I was juggling m...
I was doing a guest writing workshop at Susanville State Prison near the Sierra Nevada foothills in northern California. Most of the men doing time th...
It was my first day as newcomer to Miss Hargrove’s seventh grade. Past newcomer” experiences had been difficult, so I was very anxious to ...
Moths are very ugly creatures. At least that is what I always thought until a reliable source told me otherwise. When I was about five or six years ol...
Can it really be thirty years since I received the last of the payments from Annie Mae? I find myself thinking about them more often as I approach my ...
When I was a little girl, every Sunday my family of six would put on their best clothes and go to Sunday School and then church. The kids in elementar...
A young minister had been called to serve at an old church that at one time had been a magnificent edifice in a wealthy part of town. Now the area was...