There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.

I don't believe you really know God if you do not recognize His sense of humor.

There is a logical explanation for everything, often mistaken for the reason it happened.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.

As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.

Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.

I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.