Can You Smell the Dressing?

Today I’m offering up a Thanksgiving post written by my sister-in-law a couple of years ago. I was the missing sibling the year she wrote, but as you read this year, I am whizzing across several states on I-80 for a gathering of what we hope will be all seven...

Life on the Spectrum

Robby’s feet left the ground. The little guy balanced himself over the front edge of a cavernous toy box and dug through the contents. I remember his blue corduroy overalls as his head went lower and his feet went higher. But I remember what he said even more clearly....

We Are Not Alone

Being a creature of habit, I often walk the same route around my neighborhood. (This picture is not my neighborhood, but wouldn’t it be nice if it were!) I smile hello to the occasional dog walker or stroller pusher. On a nice summer evening, a couple of little...

Christians and Halloween

My daughter, a college student, had an assignment where she had to pretend to mediate between two families in a church. One family was throwing an all-out Halloween bash. Costumes, scary decorations, food, eery sound effects. Another family believed Halloween was evil...

My Feet Hurt. Who Cares?

Last spring I showed up at a doctor’s appointment with a two-page document entitled, “The Story of My Feet.” I’m a novelist, so I told a story. I was there because my blood pressure was up. But before the doctor (with whom I have a positive relationship) threw more...

A Chapter Called Hannah

When my daughter was in later elementary school, Hannah was her best friend. Hannah ate at our table. Hannah slept at our house. Hannah went to church with us. For a couple of years, the two girls found every excuse possible to be together. Then Hannah’s mother...