These old hands
I was in design school with only an hour for lunch. Veronica and I shared classes, and we were starving. We ran down the...
Superiority belongs only to God
Sometimes it is downright embarrassing being an American Christian Caucasian. When I see Nazi flags hoisted by white folks outside a Jewish synagogue, I...
Those tumbled-down days
Some days, life seems to take a tumble, a misstep, or it feels as if something is just plain off. Days when our energy...
A revival of American honor
I always feel a sense of pride, patriotism, and thankfulness when I pass an American flag. I momentarily forget that America struggles to find...
America, the land I love
I was born amid the lush greenery of East Tennessee, where the soil produces sweetly scented flowers every summer, and icicles hang each winter...
My writing place
If I could, I would bring all of you here to this place where I write my stories. It isn’t at all what I...
Leaving to light up heaven
She was young and adorable when I met her. Her toddler was riding a tricycle in the driveway, and as I walked to her...
The importance of fatherhood
"Lynn, I don't know how to be a good father because my father was unable to show me how." I will never forget Dad...
The hand of my father
My father and I had a quarrelsome relationship. It was rocky from the beginning, and I am not quite sure why. I was a...
The sounds of grace
All was fine on a beautiful South Florida evening until the Scottish bagpiper walked down the aisle of Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church. Sitting next...
Friends, golf, and howling winds
One summer, we had the honor of visiting friends in Sheboygan County, Wisconsin. We traveled with seven other couples from Georgia who traded their...
A sign at Grandpa’s on a summer Sunday
From when I was two until I was twenty-two, I visited my grandmother for two weeks at the beginning of summer. I hope you...