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“It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old—three, was it, or four?—never had he seen so much rain.” — A.A. Milne’s “Winnie-the-Pooh“ This was a perfect description of the rain coming down. Before,…

Pokey, my constant companion and cohort in crime, let me know that he had to go outside immediately. I am at an age where this is perfectly understandable. It was just 5:30 a.m. However, Pokey is a creature of habit. He has never understood the human concept of “sleeping in.”…

Looking down at the compass, I lined up the arrow on the bottom plate with the degrees where my counselor had told me to go. “Turn the compass to make sure the red arrow is showing north,” I mumbled to myself as I oriented my body to face the designated…

My boys are scarfing down their Koko Krunch cereal. I hear the water running in the shower where my husband is. Soon, he and the boys will depart for their usual, fascinating day at school, where they’ll encounter new things, talk to others, and do stuff. I am slouched at…

The morning is hushed and still. A golden light shimmers through the air as the early rays of the sun hit the sparkle of freshly fallen raindrops on the banana leaves here in Papua, Indonesia. I lug my laptop out to the porch and prop my feet up on the…

“How would you like your steak cooked?” the restaurant server asked, pausing for me to answer. The others at our table erupted in laughter. They knew the answer. “Rare! Cool on the inside and seared on the outside.” There’s a standard joke in my family that with a bit of…

I glanced around the sanctuary to see where the heating vents were located. Selecting a pew not too far away from one was difficult because the vents were in the ceiling. I sat down and began arranging my coats, sweater, and mufflers to be easily accessible if I needed them.

I jammed my hands as far as I could into the pockets of my jacket, hoping the rough, gray wool would provide more warmth to my cold fingers. Beth, my daughter whose graduation we were celebrating, was focused on the sign at the side of Samford Park that welcomed visitors…

The doors opened and I entered the emergency room. I quickly scanned the room and noted that it was about half-full. Inwardly, I groaned, expecting a bit of a wait. Beckoning to me, the newcomer, was a hospital official at a small desk toward the back of the waiting area,…

I have always enjoyed bird-watching. It’s easy to do when there are bird feeders just outside the back door — cardinals and blue jays fight, mourning doves strut about the lawn looking for seeds kicked off the feeders, while mockingbirds wait their turn. To see majestic raptors soaring above lakes…