By all accounts, he was a really good guy–good father, good husband, good church-goer.  In some ways, on paper at least, he seems quintessentially

  There was a telephone booth somewhere near the Variety Store back then, a telephone booth I hardly ever used.  There was no need really–I

 There’s just so much about what happened in Boston on Monday that’s going to happen again.  Will people hate?  Yes.  For a dozen reasons or

Hey, I’m no purist.  Maybe I should be–after all, I’ve been a classroom teacher for my whole life, an English teacher too.  I’ve every right

  On a plane, I’m a reader not a talker. In fact, I rather resent jabberers, warm-hearted folks, I’m sure, who make it their mission

I don’t believe I will ever sing “Blessed Assurance” without thinking of my father.  He never mentioned that hymn as being among his top ten

This is yesterday afternoon, a gorgeous February Sabbath, and that’s my grandson writing a message in the light snow on the Floyd River with the

When my master’s program was over, I wasn’t enamored with graduate school, and I rather missed the high-maintenance life of a high school teacher. My

I showed them this old picture, something the turn-of-the century on the Rosebud, most of the kids outfitted in blankets, traditional garb.  We talked about