A cruise ship passenger emerged onto the deck.
The W-2 forms are filling up the mailboxes.
John A. Nelson
We've heard this one, more than once.
I once heard a story about an "Easter Chicken."
My little brother's linen and frilled baptismal robe hung in the coat closet at my house for decades.
At the end of the midnight Christmas Eve service, we blow out our candles, the lights come back up and everyone cheers and hollers "Merry Christmas!"
Years ago I appeared in one congregation's home-grown musical rendition of the "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever," based on the book by Barbara Robinson (no relation)—a story of how the neighborhood terrors, the horrible Herdsmen kids, end up being the unlikely stars of the Christmas pageant.
We got a dozen chickens in June.
Are the rich an I or a Thou?
In the grocery line, a magazine cover catches my eye. Someone Beautiful is leaving Someone Glamorous to begin a relationship with Someone Powerful.