Just when I thought I was home free, it hit. I caught one of those nasty Spring viruses that come…
Author Marge Fenelon
Our youngest son has a job walking a Weimaraner dog on weekdays. Sometimes, I go along with him, with our…
My husband and I went to a Milwaukee Brewers game this past Saturday. Our two oldest sons had tickets they…
The guy sitting next to me in the optometrist’s office bugged me. I mean, he really bugged me. He bugged…
It already started, you know. The hoopla over Mother’s Day is well underway. In the next several days, the greeting…
I felt the warm, soft wax between my fingers and looked down to see that I’d formed the Easter taper…
For years, I guarded the kids’ Easter baskets like the soldiers outside of Christ’s tomb. I’d monitor them vigilantly –…
By the time you’re done reading this column, you’ll want to either join my bandwagon or run me out of…
Let him who is wise understand these things; let him who is prudent know them. Straight are the paths of…
When we think about God’s voice, do the Old Testament images come to mind? Do we think only about the…