I've often felt that "step-parent" is a label we attach to men and women who marry into families where children already exist, for the s...
As far back as I can remember, the large pickle jar sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad wou...
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.For my grandchildren, I’d know better.I’d really like for them...
The crayoned picture shows a first-grade boy with shoebox arms, stovepipe legs and tears squirting like melon seeds. The carefully printed caption rea...
I’ll never forget Easter 1946. I was fourteen, my little sister, Ocy, was twelve and my older sister, Darlene, was sixteen. We lived at home wit...
Fox River gave life to the country town of Colby Point, for the road and the river ran alongside one another. Colby Point was really the name of a roa...
His name was Bill. He had wild hair, wore a T-shirt with holes in it, blue jeans and no shoes. In the entire time I knew him I never once saw Bill wea...
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...
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...
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 ...