Opinion

When you have more than one child, it becomes difficult to remember their names. Oh, you know who’s who. And it is easy to pick them out in a crowd of other kids: “mine…mine…not mine…looks like mine…etc.”

I sometimes think our world is not as kind as it used to be. But once in a while, if you’re lucky, you encounter someone who reminds you how we should treat each other. If you do, please take the time to notice.

My daughter climbed the steps of the school bus on the first day of kindergarten, her tiny legs stretching to meet each stair. She plopped down on a bench facing our home and glanced out the window.

Summer Sunday afternoons stretched long and sweltering when I was 10 years old.

Someone should build an Old People Playground.

I grew up singing hymns—church songs, as we called them—and I’m convinced the words they taught me impacted my life in ways far beyond the messages they imparted.