by Angelina Sandoval “Loretta! What’s growing up the side of the house?” Garth stomped in from the front door, dropping his fishing gear against the wall. His wife’s ever-present smile was beaming at his return. “Just some old vines,” she said. “I think they’re rather lovely. But don’t mind that….
by William Heath On the Serengeti you see so many edible animals roaming about, you wonder why there aren’t more lions around. They could feast on at least three squares a day and grow enormously fat, their kids could multiply and do the same. But it seems one feast on a juicy flank is enough to keep your African lion satisfied for…
by Kelly Sicard May we open our eyes to those who suffer. But if we are blind, may their cries and stories reach our ears. And if we are deaf, may their voices echo so they quake in our hearts. And if our hearts are hardened, may memories of grace-filled hands lifting us crack them open. And if our…
by Angelina Sandoval “Loretta! What’s growing up the side of the house?” Garth stomped in from the front door, dropping his fishing gear against the wall. His wife’s ever-present smile was beaming at his return. “Just some old vines,” she said. “I think they’re rather lovely. But don’t mind that….
by William Heath On the Serengeti you see so many edible animals roaming about, you wonder why there aren’t more lions around. They could feast on at least three squares a day and grow enormously fat, their kids could multiply and do the same. But it seems one feast on a juicy flank is enough to keep your African lion satisfied for…
by Kelly Sicard May we open our eyes to those who suffer. But if we are blind, may their cries and stories reach our ears. And if we are deaf, may their voices echo so they quake in our hearts. And if our hearts are hardened, may memories of grace-filled hands lifting us crack them open. And if our…