“This is for you,” I said as I handed Elizabeth a Spanish Four Laws. I was researching a deposit with our bank’s head teller and had noticed her cross necklace and the large fish symbol on her key chain. “Thank you,” she said, as she glanced into the booklet “What would you say if you were at the gates of Heaven and God asked you why He should let you in?” I queried. I can’t remember her answer exactly, but as with most Catholics, I then explained about the thief on the cross who could not do any good works … Continue reading The New Friend

I could hear my husband talking to someone in the garage. The other man was distinctly British. “Is your computer on, Honey?” Mike asked as he opened the laundry room door. “Yes, it is,” I said, my hands greasy from de-boning a chicken. I sat at the table, our kitchen only half-cleaned-up from dinner as a pleasant sixty-something Brit stepped into our kitchen. The men marched into our paper-strewn family room. I had battled for several intense days planning a trip. I joined them in the war zone as we circled the computer, my hands almost dripping with grease. I … Continue reading The Battle Zone