Grief

It was a summer job at a church camp in the mountains. It was the first time I had done something like this. I had

Ponder the word “next.” A curious little word, it is. As much as we may overlook it and take it for granted even, where would

I could tell it was a book the moment I held the wrapped gift in my hand. My niece watched as I opened her gift,

Somewhere during my adventures in reading, I came across a line that spoke to me so strongly that I wrote it down, knowing that I

Just when I think there is no place to put another one, let alone need another one, I am caught off guard with the sight