
The Tears and the Hollerin’
“Yes, he called me,” Mary told me over the phone. I was driving home from work. He being Marnell’s brother Darrell, a plumber. “I am
Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)

“Yes, he called me,” Mary told me over the phone. I was driving home from work. He being Marnell’s brother Darrell, a plumber. “I am

Suddenly, this week, I had a violent revulsion for winter. Maybe it was the culmination of floods and mud and the nearly continual hum of

I never thought it would bring tears to my eyes to see an electric company truck driving down 5th Street. (Usually the only reason to

When the river rose, it caught us off-guard. I never knew how people in floods could get caught by flooding. How could they not know

I was driving in the milky underworld of fog this week when I noticed the lights: globe lights, and head lights, lights atop lampposts behind

Every February when the grocery stores market wings and buffalo sauce, I sense the Super Bowl approaching. Unless the Green Bay Packers are in it,