I'm working like a maniac trying to finish a book in two weeks--finish writing it, not reading it. If I write from sunup to sun-back-up and stop wasting time with trivial things like eating, drinking and sleeping I might make it--well, probably not alive. Maybe that's...
Mother lay in bed, twisting the sheet in her thin, frail hands.It was the beginning of the Great Depression and things couldn’t have been worse. Daddy had been laid off from his job at the railroad, they were struggling to make their mortgage payments, and with four...
“Good Morning America,” were the words I thought to myself as I woke up at 4:00am on October 28th. I still couldn’t believe I was back home in Lake Jackson, Texas. Just six months ago I was heading away from this place into the unknown land of Vietnam. Now I am back...
The above caption line is prominently displayed on the poster hanging on our toilet door. It was gifted to my son by one of his friends Areeba some time back. The poster carries a well-drawn sketch of western style toilet seat with the above copy. The poster has a...
Preachers seldom face as large an audience as confronted Dudley A. Tyng on a March day in 1858. More than five thousand men were gathered in Jaynes Hall in Philadelphia to hear the beloved rector. At the time the city was being stirred by a great revival.There was a...
Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in my life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in a school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen. On the day the parts...