A Home for Homeless Books

I love to give used books a good home. I try to support my favorite living authors by buying their books, but, well, Charles Dickens probably isn’t worrying about his sales. And my copy of David Copperfield from 1850 is so lovely with its blue boards printed...

What are you too busy for?

I’m pretty busy. Work, writing, church, family, friends–that sweet little dog. Oh, and I try to do the laundry once in a while. Dusting I let slide. But sometimes I have to stop and consider what it is that I’m busy about. And what I might be letting...

Best Effort . . . Or Last Gasp?

Thus far in Thistle’s ten months of living, we’ve only found one thing that can completely wear her out. It’s a little boy who, I think, weighs about the same as she does. We’ve gotten that little dog tired before, but a five-year-old boy is...

What Really Matters . . . Really

It’s been an eventful few weeks. I’ve been to three funerals. A friend was in a car accident that kept her out of work for two weeks. The son of another friend was in a horrible accident that may leave him paralyzed (then again, it may not–God can do...