For Christmas in 1987, my Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ron gave me Cynthia Rylant’s Children of Christmas: Stories for the Season. It’s a book of six stories that are brutally heart-wrenching. You are living alone on a Christmas tree farm, keeping watch for the tree that didn’t get picked. You are a little girl at a diner with your father,… View Post

It is somewhere around 2010, and I have a friend named Hannah. Our friendship began literally, in the preschool carpool line. Hannah got out of her car and walked up to mine and started talking to me like we were old friends, and like I am an approachable, friendly person. Since then, we shared driving our respective children back and… View Post

My soul praises the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, because he has looked with favor on the humble condition of his servant. Luke 1: 46-48 I’m sure you’ve heard of the highly sensitive person, and I know you’ve heard of people who have anxiety. I am both. God gave me a two for one… View Post

 Years ago, like decades, I heard Jesse talking to Geoff after a break-up. They were on the phone, so I only heard half of the conversation, but here’s how it went:  Jesse, because his nickname that he doesn’t know about until just now is “Mr. Facts,” likes to move forward from an event by assessing with the emotion of a… View Post

Please enjoy this scary story written by yours truly, age 8. Written by Callie Rebekah Lewis. Illustrated by Callie Lewis. Same person, “Rebekah” is a lot of letters, though. Also, I appreciate the phrase, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover,” because flowers in soft primary colors with a white background does not really scream, “TERROR.” I think this is… View Post