Christmas never passes without Doris Walker coming to mind – my violin teacher, that is. For years, Doris was as much Christmas as decorated evergreens…
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“Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go.” This poem, published 180 years ago and later turned into song, sums up…
The first time I encountered David Wilkerson, I was 12. When he spoke at a national conference in Long Beach, California, someone announced he’d be…
In this series on “Border Agents I have known,” I’ve used one basic rule: they have to have died already. That way I know, to…
Lady Liberty and my mother first met when the Lady was in her 50s and my mother was about 10. It would be one of…