Two Children and One Home Place
It was the second Sunday of January, nine below at breakfast, and Dale had the good coffeepot out. The good one is the aluminum percolator… Read more
The Pinewood Derby in Our Hayloft
“This was obviously built by an adult,” my sister-in-law said, and she held my son’s little blue car up over her head so the whole… Read more
The Shoebox Full of Box Scores
Travis stood up at the head table with a bottle of beer in one hand and a folded piece of notebook paper in the other,… Read more
The Jars I Canned for the Food Shelf
Jeff called me at a quarter to eleven on a Tuesday, right in the middle of the lunch rush at the school kitchen, and I… Read more
Thirty Suppers With No Charge
The phone buzzed against the couch cushion about an hour after Tracy left. I was lying with a heating pad across my stomach and a… Read more
The Tractor at the Church Door
Susan Larsen tapped her water glass with a fork, and forty people in the basement of St. John’s Lutheran turned to look at her. She… Read more
