Slip ‘n slides… They provided swift and energetic water rides for my sister and me during childhood. Mom would sprinkle a few drops of dish soap onto our plastic slide, hook up the hose, and away we’d go. Dad would swoop us up at the other side, and we’d run towards Mom, ready for another go-round. Soon, neighbor kids would hear us, and they would slide with us down the slippery slope. It’s easy to slide downhill on a slip … Continue reading →
Recently, while I was eating at a local burger restaurant, I felt an inner nudge to visit a clothing store after I was done eating. I did so. As I arrived at there, I saw a homeless man I recognized named Mike. I got caught up between two car mirrors. That sure did catch Mike’s attention. He laughed, and we struck up a conversation and he asked for money. “I can’t give you money, but I’ll be glad to buy … Continue reading →
Sentí el olor de jebe cuando el sedán se detuvo con un chillido. Con sus piernas extendidas, palmas estiradas completamente, y brazos agitando, mi hijo Matthew de tres años estaba parado delante del carro con una expresión de gozo. ¿Como saco su mano de la mía? Yo tome a mi hijo en mi brazo, aumente mi presión en la mano de mi hija, y me acerque a la ventana de de la persona que manejaba. Yo le pedí mil disculpas … Continue reading →
Jenny expected a visitor, so as moonbeams danced through the curtains, she welcomed the day. She opened her Bible, which was to her the best love-letter ever. “Speak to me, Lord,” she whispered. Jenny’s thought meandered to the Bible Study she’d attended two days ago. The leader had asked God to enable them to reach someone trapped in a cult religion that week. “My Jesus,” Jenny said, “Am I prepared should You choose to send this visitor to my door? What … Continue reading →
I smelled rubber as the sedan screeched to a halt. With legs sprawled, palms stretched wide, and arms waving, my three-year-old son Matthew stood in front of the car with an expression of delight. How had he slipped his hand out of mine? I scooped my son into my arm, tightened my grip on my daughter’s hand, and approached the driver’s side of the car. I apologized profusely. Once inside the grocery store, I set my son in the cart … Continue reading →
“We should name him Nemo,” I teased as we lowered our tiny goldfish into the backyard pond. But then, there were those two cute dots at the base of his tail and two bigger dots on his tail fins. “How about Duce?” my husband suggested. “Perhaps Dos?” I countered. And so, it was decided; his name would be Ducy-Dos. We were happy and so was our goldfish, but that changed the day of the accident. While we were cleaning the … Continue reading →
“Lord God,” Earle cried, “help me to find my ewe. She’s been lost in this blizzard since mornin’ an’ she’s pregnant.” Earle brushed a tear from his eye, leaned forward in the saddle, and gave his horse, Cooper, his full rein. “Find ‘er!” Cooper sensed Earle’s urgency and broke into a lope. He spotted the ewe only because Cooper dodged her, prancing with high steps. “Come ‘ere, lady!” Earle said, gliding out of the saddle. He brushed snow from the … Continue reading →
Slip ‘n slides… They provided swift and energetic water rides for my sister and me during childhood. Mom would sprinkle a few drops of dish soap onto our plastic slide, hook up the hose, and away we’d go. Dad would swoop us up at the other side, and we’d run towards Mom, ready for another go-round. Soon, neighbor kids would hear us, and they would slide with us down the slippery slope. It’s easy to slide downhill on a slip … Continue reading →
Nan sat in her recliner admiring her Christmas gift. Her grandchildren had bought her a tablet. She was intrigued that she could read without turning a page. “Nanna,” Matt called. Nan barely heard her grandson as she fiddled with the keypad. “Nan, I’m going home,” Matt said, “so give me a hug.” Nan stretched an arm towards her grandson, balancing the tablet on her knees. “Uh-uh! I want a real hug. Come on, get up.” Matt stretched his hands towards … Continue reading →
Nan se sentó en su sillón reclinable admirando su regalo de Navidad. Sus nietos le habían regalado una tableta. Ella estaba intrigada de que podía leer sin voltear la página. “Nanna,” llamo Matt. Nan apenas oyó a su nieto mientras que ella jugueteaba con el teclado. “Nan, me voy a casa,” dijo Matt, “así que dame un abrazo”. Nan estiró un brazo hacia su nieto, balanceando la tableta sobre sus rodillas. “¡No, no! Quiero un abrazo de verdad. Vamos, levántate,” … Continue reading →
