She lived for the cool night breeze, like a cloud in the sky, free and easy, always wandering. I often wondered if she’d just wandered...

Working as a Hospice Chaplain, there's never a dull moment. This is true for every patient who comes to our service. You pray, you say,...

Dedicated to Louis Clinton Carrier, my grandfather          I remember running through the forest of endless trees, skylight breaking...

You forced my hand. When you modernized, flying all around the world in your airplanes, I could have mutated, evolved. I could have...

The tracks parallel the Japan Sea coast. On one side, a fishing boat’s lights on dark water, on the other, towns too small for a stop,...

Can music save a child from school bullies? In "Musical Underdog," Leah Mueller writes how an unwanted instrument helped two unpopular kids find their way.

Lystra left the river behind her, walking with her basket of clean clothes on her head, wishing for the hundredth time that she could...

Do I or do I not cross? The question echoes in my mind as I watch the rolling hills outside my window. Clumps of green that rise and...

I was thirteen years old that July in 1952 that they let Uncle Buddy out of the pen long enough to come home for Mammaw’s funeral, or so...

In March of 2024 my husband and I took a trip of a lifetime – a 14-day tour of Greece. We made our reservations early and gleefully...

One night when I was about 10, I dreamt I was in a library. A lady walked up. She looked familiar. She didn’t say anything but when...

It was a quiet afternoon in Malang, the kind that seemed to stretch forever, like time was in no rush. The sun dipped just below the...

Four weeks in, as a petition for absolution, I hiked, occasionally encountering other pilgrims as we weaved France’s verdant, wooded,...

It is unclear whether memory gaps or lapses are primarily genetic. According to web sources, deteriorating memory conditions such as...

I didn’t know at the time how I came unstuck. It happened on a day like any other day. I was taking a walk in my neighborhood. I do this...

The white GM box truck with ‘J Corduroy, Antiques – Collectibles’  on the side in scraped brown paint bounced us as the big tires rolled...

The forest seems intent on healing me. Take today, for instance. I was walking on the trail, taking notes on Shakespeare. My latest...

Which is the more difficult thing to do—love your immediate surroundings for the way they nurture you? Or hate them for all that they’ve...

After I rescued Louis, friends said I’d find a new social life at the dog park. My puppy and I would be welcomed into a community of dog...