By Lainey S. Cronk
There are several ways in which becoming a quality cookie is (sorta) like becoming a quality Christian.
By Lainey S. Cronk
I took off like a shot. Me, my Adidas, and my agent Howie. Howie's feet started giving out after the first block, so I left him off at Aunt Margie's in Bershville and told him to keep out of sight for a couple months. And then I kept running.
By Lainey S. Cronk
I was at a county meeting this one time where there was a lot of overflow and people had to go in various rooms and basements and watch the meeting on TV screens.
By Lainey S. Cronk
My office is partway up a hillside. Down by the church there's this campanile (but most people think of it as a bell tower). It's tall and lanky and from here, it sticks up even a little higher than the hills.
By Lainey S. Cronk
Clyde and Howie, colleagues and cousins, were walking on the road above the Angwin airstrip one unseasonably warm day, when the topic of dunce caps came up.
By Lainey S. Cronk
It rained all day Monday. Then it rained all night, and the wind blew, so that the streams of roadside water were adrift with sticks and leaves.
By Lainey S. Cronk
We forget about them sometimes, they're so small - so easily slid inside a coat pocket, so quickly passing. Small blessings.
By Lainey S. Cronk
Most of us have participated in the middle-class America gift-giving scene. The annual strain of trying to figure out what on earth to get Mom for Christmas.
By Tim Mitchell
On a recent Saturday night I was returning from a beach trip spent with our elementary school families. When I resumed speed after a four-way stop at the edge of Calistoga…
By Peter Katz
The morning breaks in lilting shades of grey
Among the effervescent waking sound
By Jessica Shine
For a California girl, Michigan winters can be harsh. I remember my first exposure to the culture, when a well-meaning friend asked whether I had ever been through a Michigan winter.
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