One day I went to a lawyer friend for advice.
“I’m in real trouble” I said. “My neighbors across the road are going on vacation for a month; and instead of boarding their dogs they are going to keep them locked up and a woman is coming to feed them, if she doesn’t forget…

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside.

They say memories are golden,
Well, maybe that is true;
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

The incident took place back in 1887 in a small neighborhood grocery store when a middle-aged gentleman, Emanuel Nenger, gave the assistant a $20 note to pay for the turnip greens he was purchasing.

Tim and his uncle were on their way to Bonny Lake. They had heard the
fishing there was great. “I . . . I don’t want to hurt your feelings,”

I had a safe trip. The angels carried me safely into Father Abraham’s bosom. Oh, the thrill I felt when I met the one that died for me!

Have you ever noticed that dining room tables seat six, eight, or twelve-not seven, nine, or thirteen? I’ve been single all my life, usually not thinking much of it. But on holidays even the place-settings conspire against me, rendering a silent rebuke against my single status.

It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man’s beard was glazed by winter’s frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind.

A man found a cocoon for a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.