My father was not a good cook, but he believed himself to have certain "specialties."
Sorry, Zechariah. Read any newspaper and you'll hear that religion is less like Zechariah's branch – spreading understanding as it grows – than a stump.
Worthy of a call? Could I get a rain check? A way out of my home in I-don't-know-how or I-wish-I-could?
Thanksgiving is coming up later this week.
Richard L. Floyd
There is lots of bad news in the appointed lessons for today.
Where do you dwell?
John A. Nelson
My late father was fond of quoting a 19th century statistician and explorer who wrote, "Whenever you can, count."
"Kertyschoo!" sneezed naughty Peter as he hid from the angry gardener, Mr. McGregor, in Beatrix Potter's The Tale of Peter Rabbit.
People who are facing a serious illness tell me they have a new respect for how changeable life is.
For my twenty-sixth birthday, my wife (of two weeks) got us both arrested.