Beth calls with another you're-not-going-to-believe-what-happened-to-the-kids-this-time horror story. She has five children. She never runs out of horror stories. One day last week she dressed the three youngest, sent them off to school and headed for work. At 11 a.m. she left work…

He came home New Year's Eve. I looked up and there he was, standing at my neighbor's door all ready for a party. 

I didn't expect him. He'd spent Christmas in Scotland with his wife - her family's turn this year - and though she'd stayed the week, he'd had to fly back to work. I thought he'd be spending…

The world rushed to help the devastated city of Bam, Iran, first to rescue those trapped beneath mud, cement and rubble, then to bury the dead, feed the hungry, house the homeless - reaching out despite history and politics. A tear in the earth's skin, a shudder that buried 50,000 human beings, spurred this humanity.

Iran responded by opening its doors, waiving its strict passport controls, rebuffing only Israel. Seventeen hundred international relief workers…

He has a million good points. He makes me laugh. He cleans up after the dog when I gag and say I can’t. He takes the laundry to the dry cleaner. He never overreacts when I write a check or 10 and forget to copy the amount in the check register. He tells me I look good even when I don’t. He gives me his coat when I’m cold. And he gave me his car because it came with a Global Positioning System and I’m the one who can’t find my way out of a paper bag…

Two days before Christmas I logged on to AOL and there was the home screen reminding me that the nation is on high alert, because of a "possible grandiose terrorism attack." Directly underneath this, there were the "must have reads" for the holiday season. Now you'd think that the "top biographies" that we "must" read would enlighten us in some way because, God knows, we need meaning in our lives as well as a Sacagawea to help…

We added our granddaughter, Lucy, to the collage this year. But not sitting on Santa’s knee. It snowed.  She has a cold. So we sat her under the tree and clicked away making funny noises and funnier faces until she rewarded us with one of her blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smiles. It’s her first Christmas and Santa or no Santa it was a Kodak moment…

Maybe God is watching these two boys and their dog. Maybe they are enough to keep Him from giving up on the world for one more day. They are enough for me.  They are 10 or 11and as skinny and wiry as pipe cleaners, children still, playing on a beach in Hawaii. And because it is early on a Sunday morning they have the beach to themselves…

You think you’ll remember but you won’t. You’re certain you will always know the exact year you waited in line to have your daughter’s picture taken with Santa, have her finally seated on his lap only to have her take one long look at him and burst into tears. Of course you’ll remember. The moment is unforgettable…

The advertisement is old. It ran in the Patriot Ledger in January 1991.   “Lab Pups – 6 wks old, jet black, classic English features, champ lines. Father has misplaced his papers. Our loss, your gain. $150 with shots. Hurry, only 3 left…

Oh, we have turned into a bunch of goofballs around my house.  Look at us, oohing and aahing over a smile, a coo, a tiny fist wrapped around our finger, two arms fluttering like wings.

“Look how cute she is,” we say 100 times a day. “Look how cute she is sitting. Look how cute she is sleeping. Look at her cute little lips and her cute little cheeks…