A Palm Sunday Memory

I spent Palm Sunday at a friend’s church. It was a lovely service with lots of joy, but I’ll confess I missed the children’s processional of little ones waving palm branches that’s a tradition at my own church. Which got me to thinking about a...

1,232 Days

I work at a children’s home. We serve so many kids whose families . . . well, they need some help. And every now and again, a child comes along and I think . . . that one could be mine. There was one . . . red-headed and freckled who loved books. Maybe he was...