I tiptoe downstairs, hoping to pass the kids' rooms without waking anyone. I open the backdoor and let the dogs into the backyard, hoping they won't bark in their excitement and rouse anyone from
In my Christian literature class, we’re reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. Several years have passed since I last read it, and I'm finding it as delightful as I remember.
Another drive to the airport signals the final days of summer. My oldest daughter will soon begin her sophomore year of college. Months may pass before I see her again. So our summer days have been