You all read or saw media reports about Kimberly Munley, who shot the Fort Hood gunman. Mighty…
Life-wise
Grant me patience Lord – but hurry
I’m sure I spend at least half of my life waiting. Last week, Anna and I sat in the examining…
A wise father knows his child
I recently read a column entitled “Dad and the Thingamadodger” in Servant magazine…
Look back to see ahead
I often sit in my big green chair and watch children leaving the J.D. Hogarth Public School. The…
One week before Christmas
At age 8, I awaken and wiggle my head free from quilts and blankets. As the covers settle, I feel a…
Dreaming of a ‘right’ Christmas
I sat in my big green chair with eyes closed. Pictures of past Christmas celebrations floated by on…
My special heroes
In last week’s column you saw me seated in my big green chair dreaming about past…
The generation gap
As Keith sat in the den looking through two open doors into the sun room, a smile flickered across…
Thing one, thing two
Various things tick me off. I usually recover quickly and never get around to writing about them.…
Pollsters persuade
Roman comic Terence said, “So many men, so many opinions.” Last week, I…
Truth or titillation
Many of us who write for a living or work in radio and television, too often forget that our own…
Galloping horses and stray bullets
Last column, I wrote about the dangers prairie kids faced getting to school in midwinter 60 or…
When the medium has no message
Here I go griping again. The last few columns must make me seem like a really miserable old…
When I fumble and fail
“I want you to go yourself Ray,” the boss, Bob, said. “He’s a really…
From horses to strobe lights
“How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood” – Samuel Woodworth. How…