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...
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...
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 ...
I was the only family member living close by, so I received the initial call from the nursing home. Grandpa was failing rapidly. I should come. There ...
One cold evening during the holiday season, a little boy about six or seven was standing out in front of a store window. The little child had no shoes...
When we’re young and we dream of love and fulfillment, we think perhaps of moon-drenched Parisian nights or walks along the beach at sunset.No o...
I slouched down in the passenger seat of our old Pontiac ’cause it was the cool way to sit when one is in the fourth grade. My dad was driving d...
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...
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...
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...