The house where we lived at that time is long gone, as is the tiny kitchen where I stood, phone in hand, listening. The call

Oddly enough, it may be my earliest intense memory. We’re at the village park for a family reunion, I think, and it’s fun–that much I

Your great-grandma says I talk like an old preacher, which is to say, too much. Maybe she’s right. She’s right about a lot of things.

  Over the next several issues, Perspectives will be presenting “church reviews.” These reviews are intended to give a glimpse into what is happening in

In March, 1968, we drove all night long in order to get to Florida for Spring Break, Daytona Beach. When we got there–as I remember–it

Here’s how I imagine it. She knows he’s there but she waits, time being of little consequence, after all. He died in the fall, when

Every time I’ve been in Charles Mix County, South Dakota, in the last few years, I’ve stopped at a ghost town called, simply, Academy, about

It’s a basic tenet of the Calvinist faith by which I was raised that those sinners who haven’t plumbed the depths of their own darkness