Whenever I didn’t know what to write next, I put a swift river in front of his horse and sent the two of them across!

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,and bitterly wept as we bore him along.For we all loved our comrade so brave, young and handsome, we all loved our comrade although he’d done...

Why is it our failures only show us more clearly the people we are failing?

SOON, he replied, which makes better sense under the rules of that country than ours. VERY SOON! he added, clasping my hands; then, unable to keep from laughing, he pushed off from the rock like...

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sin, you know, and cry tears doing it that are genuine as any.

Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James – oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like...

Before reaching Grassy Butte, though, Dad spied a farmhouse with two pumps in the drive and a red-and-white sign out front saying DALE’S OIL COMPANY. Another sign said CLOSED, but a light was on in...