Word on the Street

I'm occasionally accused of writing only about our Micah friends who die. So let it be known that this is not a story about one that died, but one who lived. By the time I knew her, she was “the last.” The last, of a core group of chronic homeless that once...

The church ladies hovered around my newborn, squealing over his precious face. "Have you ever seen a more adorable baby in your life," one said to the pastor as she approached the group. "Well yes!," she replied. " And so have all of us who have had them." For a split...

The miracles have nothing to do with it. So what? Jesus raised a few dead guys, made some sick people well and made sure the party didn't spoil for lack of wine. Of course, that's usually why the holy landers paid him a visit. But if the mission is to develop...

“Again, again,” giggled the little blonde headed five-year old as she made her 50th lap from the bottom of the slide to the top of the stairs for another joyful decent. Her mother and I stood by discussing the importance of playtime for a child her age. In the fall,...