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All four kids took turns rummaging, elbow deep, in the large metal pot that holds rusted nuts, bolts, washers and nails. First they made robots, tiny friends composed of wing bolts and screws. They each made three or four and named them based on appearance...
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It’s been a rough week here. On Wednesday my parents stopped by on their way home from wintering in Florida and by Thursday my Mom was in our local hospital having tested positive for both type A and B Influenza. They hope to move her out of the ICU...
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Prince Humperdinck, “First things first, to the death.” Westley, “No, to the pain.” – The Princess Bride O, I believe, fate smiled and destiny laughed as she came to my cradle, know this child will be able, laughed as my body she lifted,...
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You have to return to the tomb to experience resurrection. Return to the place where once you knew without doubt all hope was gone, the last dying gasp of breath expelled. Then silence, stillness and the great tearing open of sky and earth. The first sign...
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The illustrationshowed a picture of a duck standing over a crack in the ice,one webbed foot on either side. My son, who picked the book, exclaimed over the image on the way home from the library and later, as we read on the couch, his hand reached out to touch...
