A few weeks ago, we were sitting around the table at a family dinner, kids and grownups, chatting and laughing. We used our. . . .

Here I am, thinking about you again and enjoying the memories. . . .

I awoke again this morning to a white, frozen world--snow and ice and the kind of cold that hurts. The trees have long been bare. . . .

There was once a little boy who lived in a small town. One morning, his parents told him to get ready for. . . .

One evening, I found myself alone for a few hours in a sea of strangers. The room was. . . .

While I sip my morning coffee, I always spend a few minutes watching. . . .