Keeping the Faith

I have started the last two Sundays by driving thirty miles through the country to take my mother-in-law to services at what used to be her home church. At ninety, she doesn’t have much control over her own life anymore. She makes her home in the spare rooms of...

Dancing on Dirt

I wish I could explain what this picture of dirt means to me. If I were a Photoshop wizard, I’d have drawn in a sign that says, “Future Home of Calvary Medical Center.” Then I’d put twinkling lights and shiny tinsel all around the edges,...

This is Not a Fairy Tale

This past weekend felt something like a fairy tale. The house we rented was rather castle-like with its tall windows, spacious views, and curving staircase. Conversations around the table, songs around the piano, and laughter around the pool all seemed to indicate we...