All Ye Little Children

On Palm Sunday the children from the preschool department came marching down the aisle waving their palm branches and singing their hearts out. One of the songs they sang was a song from my generation, “Praise Him, Praise Him, all … Continue reading

No Such Thing as a Typical Day

I’ve always disliked the question, “Can you describe your typical day?” Most likely because I can never answer it.¬†I don’t have¬†typical days–at least not as far as writing is concerned. Or at least not as far as I assumed my … Continue reading

Tell the Next Generation

My mother is 92 years old and can still sit at the kiddie table in her kitchen. When my niece posted this Facebook picture of my mother with her great- grandkids, Psalm 78:4 came to my mind: “We will tell … Continue reading