Someone saved my husband’s life
My husband was supposed to be on the team bus. That’s what he always does. His basketball team was heading out for a weekend double header and he rides the bus. Only, at the last minute, he decided to drive his own car. That night after the first game (a win!) he followed the bus
Delight comes from mysterious acts of kindness
Crime shows, murder-mysteries, suspense novels… are you hooked? Do you love the adrenaline rush that comes from not knowing what will come next? Not me. I like everything laid out and unfolding according to plan. If I can guess what happens next in a show, even better. Life sometimes has a bit of mystery to
Far more than a simple shine
The books on display at airport stores always catch my eye. They are the most important books. At least that’s what they seem to proclaim. They are the best-sellers, the ones everyone is talking about. The ones you better read if you don’t want to miss out. I hope my next book will be one
Snow is no barrier for neighbor’s kindness
I’m starting to wonder how much snow a person can handle. I think my personal limit is about 2 inches. If there has ever been a question about my level of kindness when it comes to snow, let me say, I’ve got lots of room to grow. My 15-year-old daughter is outside clearing the driveway.
Let’s be done fixing things
What’s on your mind? Are you excited about the possibilities of this new year? Or are you feeling like you need fewer problems and more solutions? I’ll be honest, I spent a good part of Christmas break seeing the world’s problems and trying (unsuccessfully) to be the solution. The harder I tried to be the
Kindness helps family during time of grief
I lost my dear friend, Tom, just before Christmas. He was in his late 80s and his quality of life was diminishing, but even so, it’s hard to say goodbye. One of the great gifts of these past six months was the amount of times I was able to visit Tom and his wife, Ann.
Project Linus spreads warmth and kindness
A friend of mine has a Snoopy blanket that was worn thin by her childhood. She grasped that little blanket tightly in her hands every time she faced abuse. She kept the blanket all these years as a reminder of her faith and the strength we’re given to endure the terrible times. Bad things —
