faith

Last night I took out the trash from our kitchen (something I do much more often now that diapers have entered the scene). It was dark and as you walk out our back door, you have to go down the two flights of stairs to get to the driveway where the trash cans are tucked… Continue reading faith

mailbox manna

Dear Anonymous, My guess is that you won’t ever read this, but maybe writing this has more to do with me than you anyway. When I walked down the stairs to my front door last week to check my mail, the highest hopes I entertained were that perhaps the Newsweek had arrived a day early,… Continue reading mailbox manna