I've been reading about Corrie ten Boom and her sister Betsie, Calvinist Christians in Holland who believed in giving aid and shelter to the Jews during World War II. For their efforts they …
One of my former Creative Writing students, Aimee Gauley (by golly) from Ft. Madison, told me that I needed to come to Ft. Madison and watch this movie, “Intent Unknown” being filmed. …
I saw the advertisement for the fox call in an old Outdoor Life magazine. A neighbor gave me all his old Outdoor Life and Field and Stream magazines, and I devoured them like candy. I was …
My wife's brother-in-law, Ron, in his mid-seventies, is a good Christian. He and his wife Becky live in Liberty, Missouri, which is a suburb of Kansas City (go Chiefs!). Ron's a friendly …
Tyler (Ty) Sullivan's handshake is firm. It comes from his high school running coach, Bob Brown. Coach Brown would shake the runner's hand if he or she received a medal. If the …
This story comes from Marcia Wiedemeier in Burlington. It was a hot Sunday morning. As we were getting ready for church, my husband, Dan, looked out the bathroom window and spied a pink, …
With cold weather upon us, and people heating their homes, the danger of house fires increases as temperatures drop. This story takes place in 1954. Mass vaccination of children against …
I was eight and just beginning to comprehend that there might not be a Santa Claus. It was my older sister that put the tectonic shock in my head. “It's Mom and Dad, stupid,” …
Marcia Marshall was not going to be outbid. She started the bidding high for a date with the good looking blonde haired gentleman in a flashy tuxedo. She had a feeling about this …
It was August,1980. 34-year old Head Nurse Marcia Marshall was working at the Mental Health Institute (MHI) in Mt. Pleasant. She needed to change the dressing on the hands of a patient, …
I heard a voice. It was a young female voice coming from, it sounded like, the inside of the wall, or maybe the attic, or guest bedroom. Or maybe even from town. We live a couple of …
November 3, 1989, I lay on my living room floor covered with blood, bleeding to death. It was 2:00 am. I had drunkenly pitched through the glass top of my coffee table and cut myself to …
