My oncologist tells me it’s time to get serious about the prospect of dying, and I’m taking his advice. I decided long ago that wringing my hands won’t help, nor would clinging to the bedposts in abject fear, as Scrooge did. No, instead, I searched my Humor folder and...

Is a choir that sings on bended knee an a patella Choir? (Thank you, Donnie!) I managed to make a big splash in the grocery store when I tripped over the corner of the plum display and landed in ignominy. I finally agreed to an ambulance ride to the hospital, laughing...

How many times does the word REMEMBER appear in the Bible? According to Bible Gateway, 231 times. Husband Jim has trouble remembering. He lives in a small, 30-second bubble: What day is it? What year? A challenge for both of us, especially in the art of apology....

  The other day while sitting with Jim, I noticed our interwoven hands, his on top. The symbolism struck me. I’m thankful for my husband of all these years—67 this very day. We’ve had our moments—sometimes daily—but marriage is a great context for learning and...

Just pretend a moment—you a Southern slave in the early 1800s. You get a decent master, you treated reasonable. You a woman, you might nanny the young’uns, cook, sew, or be midwife. You a man, you work long and hard outdoors—farming, picking cotton, livestock—no...