Growing Things

Summer is upon us, a time for reaping the harvest of seeds sown. I dug in garlic cloves last fall and was surprised to see sprouts in March, despite our long, frigid winter. Early this spring, I sowed a mix of greens, the thinnings of which can now round out a...

Long, Hard Days on our Camel

Getting to and from my Wheaton College 60th class reunion had us humping across looonnnnngg stretches of asphalt desert. Think Syracuse NY (well, actually Homer) to Portage IN = 650 miles, 11 hours. Think St. Joseph Island, Ontario, back to Homer = 700+ miles, 12...

Back to Eden

Years ago, I read a love fantasy that puzzled me until at least halfway through. It depicted a grumpy old hag—totally unattractive to the male figure in the story. But as time went on, she began to take care of herself and surprisingly, became well-endowed and...

A Surprise Party

The scheduled arrival of our guests coincided with a Gala Celebration we needed to attend. Okay—just tell them where the house key is; come in and make yourselves at home. Did they ever! We arrived home at 9 PM to find them at table, eating pancakes and maple syrup....

God of Empty Lines

My first prayer notebook from years ago had belonged to Joe Montibello, one of my husband’s philosophy students. It became mine—a disreputable, recycled derelict with mangled spiral and tatters of ripped-out pages for me to record on-going requests—Kelly’s chronic...