Today I am steering my writing a little towards the musicians in our circle. Some of you have been in churches all over this country. You...

On a department store rack years ago, there were five brightly colored ties —so bright and childish that many shoppers probably passed by...

Oh, Texas, my beloved Texas. Where art thou? Covered in two thick blankets of snow and a freeze to rival the most catastrophic . . .

Are the names we give to people that important? Can a child grow to become what his or her name means without knowing its meaning?

“Mrs. Henderson, I don’t know what it is but, whatever it is, it is very bad.”