It Happens

My daughter sent me a text message, shortly before the church service was to start. It was a picture of her dining room, showing all the furniture cleared back, and the message: “If I’m not at church this morning, here’s why. Dog for sale (almost).” Back in December, we had all “oohed and ahhed” over …

Stop Lights

The sound of the wiper blades—swish, swish, swish—is the only music in my car. Stopped at the red light on the way to my office, I anxiously wait to get warm, enveloped in the pre-dawn darkness.  Ramping up the thermostat on my heater, I stare at the flashing lights’ reflection on the wet pavement in …