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...
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 ...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Less than a year after my wife’s funeral I was confronted with the most terrible realities of being a widower with five children.Notes from scho...
Two nuns were driving down a country road when they ran out of gas. They walked to a farmhouse and a farmer gave them some gasoline; but the only cont...
The year was 1964. The place was Chicago. A man I worked with had acquired a couple of all-leather, NFL regulation, 1963 Chicago Bears-inscribed footb...