It’s about how you look at the world. You either think nothing is a miracle or everything is a miracle. I lean toward the latter. Some may be harder for us to see. Probably those right in front of you and me. It’s a Wonder by Pat Durmon that I have ripe tomatoes on my counter from south Arkansas that the moon sails across the sky, whether we see it or not that bridges of every sort can be built and crossed that zebra swallowtails flit from flower to flower that you and I were

I blame myself for my pain level, my posture, and the overuse of computer and phone. I’ve had pain in my neck and shoulder for months. Irritating and sad to me. At last, I got after it: family doctor first, MRI next, then Physical Therapy (PT). This is my life. My PT is over. Now what? I saw a neurosurgeon yesterday. Very pleasant man who says surgery is not called for if I am no longer in pain. Nevertheless, he showed me the MRI photos and listed the usual options for severe

Baxter County, Arkansas, my county. According to the U.S. Census, 31 percent of the population (41,000) is retired. I wonder how all these retirees are spending their days in June 2021. I write. Once I entered the writing world, I set up housekeeping. I knew I belonged. Some of us writers have retired from other lines of work, but we have no plans of retiring from writing. Garrison Keillor, American author, storyteller, humorist, voice actor, and radio personality, best known

My husband drove the church van. I went along, opened van doors, and listened to children who were returning to church. A big step for them, for their parents. Many comments and questions. No holding back. “How long has church been going on?” “Is this the first night back?” “I missed you.” “Will my same teacher be there?” Sweet curiosity. The van holds 15 passengers, but these three clustered near the front as we assured them that more children will soon be coming as the word