Story Harvest

My mother was introduced to a new church when I was about seven or eight years old. My siblings and I started attending with my …

As I swam through the semi-transparent lake water, I could see below me the faint shadow of a submerged scuba diver. I waved at the …

In April when I was diagnosed with a very aggressive, stage 4, non-Hodgkins lymphoma cancer called mantle cell, I said, “I never wanted to have …

When I started playing the guitar, my motivation could best be summed up as a short but embarrassing mantra: “Chicks dig musicians.” I sat for …

The snow seemed to blast through the tiny three-bedroom trailer that my wife, Sylvia, and I would be cooped up in through the winter. Sylvia’s mother …

COVID hit the world unexpectedly during my seventh month of working as a student journalist in Peru. When Peru airports closed to all traffic, the …

On a beautiful spring morning, March 26, 2007, a perfect little angel, Lilyan Rose, was born. Unfortunately, her home was a dangerous and unstable environment. …

I first met her at church. My family had just moved to Milton Freewater, Oregon, and we were looking for a church that would be …

It was a beautiful summer’s day in Sandpoint, Idaho. With my dad off at work and my mom out grocery shopping, my little sister and …

It was a nice day in July 1967. I had just returned from Hawaii, where I often went. Tanned and driving a new Lincoln, I …