Jessica, my mail carrier, beat me to the mailbox yesterday, so I’m taking Christmas cards into downtown Norfork, population 511. My...

I look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like...

My mother left when I was 14. Daddy sat on the floor in a corner. He drank too much. But I had my six brothers and my five sisters. As...

The tail end of fall is falling outside. Leaves pile up. A holy thing. My husband is disturbed by the leaves and wants time to mow them....

On one hand, I rationalize: I’m plenty involved in giving and helping strugglers. I give my time, ears, money. On the other hand, it...

I have been plotting and planning with a granddaughter about her dad’s birthday. Thinking about his birthday led me in the opposite...

I believe God brings the right people into our lives at the right time, so I have a story to tell: A dark blue one-ton Dodge dually with...

It’s funny how life repeats itself. My mother kept a shelf of coffee cups. Likewise, I have two shelves of coffee mugs. Maybe as many as...

It’s an early Saturday October morning in Arkansas. I stayed overnight with my sister in Conway. Now I’m heading toward downtown Little...

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Then he handed a cup to me. I did nothing to deserve sharing a coffee with him. Just what we do. My...