Recently, I have heard two strong men in their sixties, strangers to each other, say similar childlike things. One said, “I have . . .

Yesterday, I drove by a row of trees that were alive with purple blossoms. Two days before, there were no purple blossoms. And then there were . . .

Daniel came to my house while his father was fixing the bathtub drain. He had big, honest brown eyes and a crew cut. I had never met him before, but . . .

Forty years ago, I learned that God’s arms were open wide to me, and I was glad. This morning . . .

Some people, for whatever reason, aren’t my cup of tea. When I follow my natural inclination, I automatically put them into my “no” category . . .

 I used to eat on the fly, distracted and preoccupied. I ate without being there. I stared at a screen or a newspaper or . . .