She told me her name was Christian. That was on Sunday. She told my husband her name was Sinbad. That was on Monday. Her restaurant behaviors were slightly…no, let’s be…

It is a sunny, summer Pennsylvania morning for the eight-year-old girl.   She lives in an old, battered farmhouse along with her parents and five brothers and sisters.  The days are…

Snapping on my seat belt and turning on the engine, I kept hearing words filtering through my thoughts. What was it? What was it they had been shouting about? ….son…

I was born with fear coursing through my veins. My earliest memory is of me, maybe age 2 or 3, with my hands in a death grip around the stairway…

As I left the office at the end of the day and walked past the mounds that had been plowed up around the parking lot, the thought came to mind.…

A couple weeks ago I was driving to work one morning and as I made a left hand turn, I was treated with a spectacular rainbow display. It was what…

John 8:2-12 I felt it before I heard it. The slightest sensation of my handbag brushing against something. In a split second, before I could turn, I felt the foreboding…

Several years ago my husband and I set out one crisp January Sabbath morning on a journey.  We didn’t know exactly where we were going, but the unmistakable message from…