A Sign in the Park and a Warning

On our way home from church on Sunday night, Ray and I drove through the serene Corps of Engineers park a few minutes away from our home. The park was almost deserted except for a few fishermen enjoying the twilight…
On our way home from church on Sunday night, Ray and I drove through the serene Corps of Engineers park a few minutes away from our home. The park was almost deserted except for a few fishermen enjoying the twilight…
I was three years old in 1957, when nine brave African American children volunteered to be the first African Americans to attend Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas. They were Minnijean Brown, Elizabeth Eckford, Ernest Green, Thelma…
As I have said again and again, I really do care about each of you. Because of this, I am sometimes compelled to switch gears and share a very practical message that is different from my usual topics. I have…
Ray and I had a sweet day off yesterday. We spent the whole day with our younger daughter and her five children and the evening with her husband, too. One activity was playing at a splash pad in a town…
I recently listened to Love, Lucy, the autobiography of Lucille Ball, read by her daughter Lucie Arnaz. When I listened to Lucille Ball’s account of an event that happened in her life shortly before her 16th birthday, I immediately knew…