It’s a warm, fall night. Mr. Schrock and I are out on the town with two of our boys, and my heart, it revels in their closeness. Ah, this life…

There he sat with those blue, blue eyes. From the day he came to us, everyone had said it. “He looks just like his dad.” Now, nearly 27 years later,

The day lies before me, cool, young. Dew-kissed grass twinkles, diamond like, in morning’s sun. In the sky just over the fence, blue shades into lavender shades into peach, and

Today, I’m going to speak as plainly and as carefully as I know how. As I write, my heart is attuned to the voice of the Spirit, and I’ve asked