When I was in first grade, my parents bought a house across the street from a large city park in Seymour, Indiana. It was a
The morning sun found gaps in the white pergola covered with beautiful red and purple bougainvillea. It was already getting warm in the courtyard of
When Jesus died, the curtain in the temple that separated the Holy of Holies from the other part of the Jewish temple was torn from
We need rain. I see the tawny dust squirt out from beneath my worn sandals with each step. My two canes make little furrows as
Shemer’s head aches as he stumbles along the road. He can feel the blood trickling down the back of his neck from the blow that
