I Am From I am fromA hard-rock maple, leaves-in, dining room tableA rusty Ford Granada and Dad’s brassy menorah I am fromA parsonage beside the red barn churchA little white goat barn and the huge console radio where the Sugar Creek Gang came I am fromVegetable field gardensWhose open arms taught me there’s return on…
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. -E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web She writes fiction very well. I write nonfiction not so well. My Friend Cathe But my friend Cathe is the one who called me up after reading a post one summer dayand said, “Abigail, there’s something wrong.” I braced…
Lord, you have been our dwelling place, throughout all generations. Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. …