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...
Though somewhat younger, my wife and I attend a church that caters to senior citizens. We like it because of the traditional service and very friendly...
During my adolescent years I spent succulent summers at Bethany Beach, Delaware, body surfing, riding waves of hormones, pretending to be the man I wa...
It was the afternoon of December 24, the day before Christmas; and as the newest hygienist in our office, I had to work. The only thing that brightene...
Many years ago, I read that James A. Michener, who did not publish until he was forty years of age, advised young writers to do extensive research bef...
In this hustle-bustle world we live in, it’s so much easier to charge something on a credit card rather than give a gift of the heart.And gifts ...
The following was written in answer to a 15-year-old girl’s question, How can I prepare myself for a fulfilling life?”I am me.In all the w...
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...
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...
As Amy Hagadorn rounded the corner across the hall from her classroom, she collided with a tall boy from the fifth grade running in the opposite direc...