Month: March 2016

The Gospel of Baked Beans

Billy scarcely scraped enough money to buy groceries. He planted tobacco on his three acres by the Ohio River every year without the use of fertilizer. His relatives hoped for a good crop on that land for generations. He lived alone and welcomed my book-selling visit even though he had no money to spare. Billy dominated the conversation. It appeared…

High Point Forgiveness

High Point is a village situated in north central Pennsylvania. A lake with crystal clear, cold water is fed by springs in the surrounding mountains. The city of Lebanon eight miles south bought the lake and thousands of watershed acreage. High fences protect it from development or recreational use. The water is piped to replace the city’s preponderance of wells…

The Hands I Love

The hands that I love are many. My Mom’s hands scratched my back when I was a little girl. They sleepily rubbed my knees in the middle of nights I would wake up crying with growing pains. They lovingly washed my hair in the kitchen sink on Friday nights. My Dad’s hands were big and strong. He could cover both…

Life Lessons From a Gym

There has been a lot of basketball lately! Between Ben’s and Zack’s games, three tournaments, and the JV vs Oldies game, it’s been a little crazy! I grew up on basketball. My Dad loved to play and taught us kids all he knew. Many heated games were played on our concrete, country driveway. HORSE. 21. Or good ole 1 on…

The End is Near

I was a naïve 16-year-old in Philadelphia. Fels Planetarium advertised a star show on the end of the world. Since I was raised in a Christian home and learned about end times, I decided to attend. The lecturer turned on the star projector. He showed how the earth is getting closer to the sun. Temperatures, he claimed, would escalate until…

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