The Glory of the Sky

The Glory of the Sky

I love to watch the sky. Our city rests on the foothills of the Ozark Mountains, so it’s easy to find a hilltop where one can see the clouds swirling on top of a dark azure blue. At times, the clouds have been simply breathtaking. No artist could paint the glory of...
The Secret to My Marriage

The Secret to My Marriage

My husband and I sweated in the sun of an early southern summer morning. The dirt and dust of our belongings darkened our fingernails. It was garage sale day—cleaning out the old house to move into a new one. Around the tables of knick-knacks and useless electronics...