Laughter is worth a lot of pennies
The truck’s gas gauge registered below a quarter of a tank. I rummaged in my purse and checked my grocery …
The truck’s gas gauge registered below a quarter of a tank. I rummaged in my purse and checked my grocery …
My mother died early yesterday morning. She was 96. For several years, she had lived in a care facility near …
“A service van’s coming up the driveway,” Keith called from the loft. “He’s spinning his wheels, spitting gravel, really tearing …
“Is there a Santa?” my 6-year-old son asked. It was 1989. “Yes,” I said cautiously. “There is a Santa, and …