Monthly Archives: June 1998

Since high school, my son’s perception of birthdays has matured. At 18, the only greeting in the mail was a card from Uncle Sam reminded him to register for the draft within 30 days – or else! Uncle Sam never … Continue reading →

My daughter’s gone for a summer of warm sun and tropical breezes in El Salvador where she will shovel dirt, mix cement and build a block wall. The day before she left, she asked me, “Know why I wore those … Continue reading →

We were rushing around one Sunday early to our marriage prepared for a morning of worship. I was peeling potatoes for dinner, tossing necessary items in the baby’s diaper bag, yelling up the stairs at the boys to quit fighting … Continue reading →

My mother was clued into her children. When I was 11, I asked her to take a walk one brisk February morning. She left saying, “Be sure to grease the pan and be careful of the oven,” I wondered how … Continue reading →

All she wanted was one beautiful prom gown suitable for a princess. All I wanted was to stay home, read a book and not spend any money. She says I make Silas Marner look extravagant. I say plan ahead and … Continue reading →