For the last two summers I have served as the chairperson of the Epworth Historical Society.  Our committee of twelve oversees the Epworth Museum in our historic hotel, built in 1894.  One of the men on this committee is a docent at America’s National Churchill Museum in Fulton,...

Upon checking out of our hotel in Evansville, we began our trip west in earnest.  I had not planned on stopping again until we needed food or gas, but my navigation app directed us to within a couple of miles of New Harmony, Indiana, the first place where Dave and I did summer theatre...

In October Descanso Gardens, a beautiful botanical garden in our community, produces a family friendly event called “Carved”.  With hay bale mazes for the kids, huge plots of jack-o-lanterns and other light installations, hot cider and a pumpkin carver on site, it is a little...

We arrived in Evansville on a Sunday afternoon.  On the drive into town, we stopped by our alma mater, the University of Evansville.  The campus was so quiet.  It’s amazing that Sundays in the Midwest are still a day of rest, everything in “shut down” mode,...

In the fall of 1978, after about a year of traveling, we were called by an Episcopal church in Evansville, Indiana to present the Family Bible Jamboree! as the sermon during their Sunday morning service.  As we stood in the narthex, peering through the small windows into the large, ornate...

In 1977, as my husband and I were about to leave on our first national tour with our two-person Family Bible Jamboree!,  we received a call from a couple that we had met in a church in Indianapolis saying that they wanted to purchase a van for us to drive around the country.  This began...

The first evening of our cross-country trek from Michigan to California was spent with friends in Kokomo, Indiana.  David has known Nancy and Steve Bayer since college where Dave played Huck Finn to Steve’s Tom Sawyer.  Both have retained their youthful sense of fun and...

Every summer night, I run outside to witness the setting sun.  It’s a ritual, of sorts.  Up and down the beach people wander out of their front doors and sit on benches to watch the sun drop below the western horizon. 

Each night I take at least one photo to commemorate the...

Last year our daughter Meredith and I manned a booth at the Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPs) convention (MOMcon) in Nashville to sell her book.  It was undoubtably the most beautiful booth in the marketplace, but that didn’t translate into actual sales.  We learned a lot about...

“Don’t let me walk away from your commands.”  Psalm 119:10 

It is not easy to follow God, to lean constantly on His presence.  But then, life isn’t easy.  People of a certain age who have walked long with God can’t quite imagine living any other...