Month: September 2001

  • Irrational reaction not needed

    Back in the 70s we parked our car in a gated parking lot and slept securely in a Chicago hotel – only to discover the next morning that our car, and many others, had been robbed. It was the first time our trust in mankind had ever been so rudely violated. We were unnerved. We…

  • Comfort in prayer after 9-11

    Tuesday’s terrorist attacks were a sharp reminder that in the end it isn’t buildings, possessions or position that matter as much as family, friends and fellowship. Shortly after the first phone call alerted the quiet news office of a breaking story, my New Orleans family called to share their amazement after two planes crashed into…

  • Labor Day motorcycle parade

    Nothing like a race against time to get the old heart rate up. I hadn’t planned on stimulating my heart, but I did plan a tight schedule for getting from Middlebury, Ind. to South Bend, Ind. after church to a picnic with my nephew and his family Labor Day weekend. We would have made it,…

  • Remodeling dust

    I am destined to a life of remodeling dust, paint, noise and confusion first at home – and now at work. About the time the remodeling dust settled inside the safe haven of my home, contractors invaded the News-Times and began imitating my husband’s destructive/constructive cycles – except, of course, I loyally contend that my…