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While hanging out with my granddaughter Hazel at a park a few weeks ago, we watched an ant moving a…

I moseyed through the screen door into my familiar backyard that late, slow summer afternoon. The door didn’t latch, but…

I remember my deep-thinking little boy and his angst with tough decisions. From spending his precious quarters at the dollar…

I grew up in a remodeled ranch-style house on acres of southcentral Kansas wheat with a picturesque barn and animals…

My husband calls it my big check-swing moment. I thought I had scored a homerun on a “used only-three-months leather…