The threshold was within reach. My parachuting excursion all those years ago still holds a treasured spot in my memory. I can feel my hear...

The combination of suffering and joy in this world intrigues me. Is it about experiencing one and not the other? Is it about avoiding one a...

In my prayer journal I wrote: "I want to experience your presence, God, in OBVIOUS ways today."  I had been feeling a little disc...

The sky is the soft blue of a robin’s egg, the clouds a cottony white, shadowed in muted gray. There’s a breeze, but the clouds are strange...

Our writers’ group prompt this week was: Describe an object that describes you. I am a pen . Sometimes thinner, sometimes clunky, ...

                      The envelope looked official, but it could’ve just as easily been junk mail. The orange words across the top, aut...

Need a story of hope? I share my challenges with weight loss and being loved in this essay. www.faithhopeandfiction.com.  How do you per...

Every Christmas morning for the past 18 years, my children waited at the top of the stairs until Joe and I gave the thumbs-up to come down ...

Crises, big and small, good and not-so-good, seem to be pouring in at a faster pace than usual these past couple weeks. Can you relate? Th...

My heart always skipped a beat when Mom got the plastic tub with the holiday decorations out, especially when it was almost Christmas. Ther...

The empty roller coaster slides forward and beckons me. Holding my breath, I step in and sit down to exhale. I pull down the metal ba...

Sitting in a waiting room anticipating a nuclear stress test is stressful enough, but this? Yikes. I knew I wanted coffee, but...

When I walk through a door, I prefer there be a floor on the other side of the threshold. More than thirty years ago, I stepped through ...

How is it that my miniature patch of yard containing only two hedges formed so many weeds overnight? Kneeling, I was armed with a h...

Every year, on the Fourth of July, the relatives on my mom’s side went to Grandmom and Grandpop’s house in northeast Philadelphia. A cozy n...

            I walked into the studio, greeted by the scents of paint and glue. Busy Bees is a colorful playground for the creative artist, ...

Why do I buy ginger and then not use it?   There’s something about an odd-shaped knob of ordinary ginger sitting in my refrigerator do...

It was almost Easter weekend, and I packed my overnight bag for the six-hour road trip to visit my son Alex at college. I counted down the...

Unwelcome, she takes energy away from our marital intimacy. She requires my husband’s time and attention. She penetrates through to his ve...

The ice cream carton beckoned. Although shoved in the back right corner of my overstuffed freezer, its voice was crystal clear. “Hey,...