Joy of Reading


True Stories

Becoming whole

“I am one. Not half of something.” I spoke those words from a stage in Duluth, Minnesota, where people had braved the frigid temperatures to attend my presentation and book signing. As a single thirty-something, I have finally learned that I do not need to be part of a couple in order to feel complete. Sure, someday, I would like to be married and have a family, but my life will not start then. I am living happily ever after right now. Continue reading “Becoming whole”

A Family Affair

I imagined many things when my children were little but I never envisaged a day when they would take part in a hair-shaving ceremony — for me. Continue reading “A Family Affair”

Sweet-Pea Summers

Each summer in the late 1960s, my two sisters and I would ride the Greyhound bus from Arizona to Arkansas to stay with our father. Continue reading “Sweet-Pea Summers”


“How was school today?” I asked my youngest daughter as she walked in the door.

The sad look on her face and in her eyes gave me the answer before she spoke these words: “Why doesn’t anyone want to be my friend?” Continue reading “Alone”

A story for Valentine’s day

Larry and Jo Ann were an ordinary couple. They lived in an ordinary house on an ordinary street. Like any other ordinary couple, they struggled to make ends meet and to do the right things for their children. Continue reading “A story for Valentine’s day”

Sisterly Love

Since the time we were young children, my sister and I have never gotten along. She was born two years, three months, and thirteen days after me. I’ve always been the good daughter, and she has always been the one in trouble. Continue reading “Sisterly Love”

Room to Read

In 1998, John Wood was a rising executive at Microsoft when he took a vacation that changed his life. What started as a trekking holiday in Nepal became a spiritual journey and then a mission: to change the world one book and one child at a time by setting up libraries in the developing world. Continue reading “Room to Read”

A Mental Cancer

It was December of my sixth grade year, and Mom wanted Quinn and me to run in the “Reindeer Run” — a one-mile “fun run” for kids. Quinn was an athletic, gorgeous, golden-haired nine-year-old; I was her stumpy, awkward-footed older sister. While I was twenty months older, Quinn had always been skinnier, just as strong, and nearly as tall. It was a no-brainer who should be running in front. Continue reading “A Mental Cancer”

Chase’s journey

When the news came, my parents were heartbroken and distraught. My dad and stepmom had been trying to have a baby for quite some time and had just learned that the chances were slim to none. That’s when they decided to participate in foster care. The idea of giving back to a family and allowing ours to grow at the same time was exactly what we were looking for. After many months of classes and tests, a two-year-old boy named Chase entered our lives. Continue reading “Chase’s journey”

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