March 11th, 2010 by Nancy Jo Sullivan
Last week, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I found myself watching an infomercial on TV. As I lounged on the couch, a well-groomed woman, middle aged and very blond, pitched the virtues of a wrinkle reducing cream.
“It’ a miracle. The cream saved me. My…
February 9th, 2010 by Nancy Jo Sullivan
When I was growing up, our family life often revolved around the game of hockey. Every winter, my father would make a skating rink in our back yard. My sisters and brothers, all nine of us, learned to skate, twirl…
January 12th, 2010 by Nancy Jo Sullivan
Over two decades ago, on a snowy November night, our first baby was born with Down’s syndrome. It was a winter filled with the despair of dashed hopes and dreams. But it was also a season when the warmth of…
December 23rd, 2009 by Nancy Jo Sullivan
The December stars twinkled above the small Minnesota town where I live. A light snow fell as I walked through the streets of our neighborhood. Though my breath froze in the chilly evening air, I was warmly bundled in a…
December 11th, 2009 by Nancy Jo Sullivan
The windows of the coffee shop were decorated with pine garland and strands of cranberries. As the snow fell outside the shop, I stomped the snow from my boots.
It was early December, the first week of Advent.…
November 6th, 2009 by Nancy Jo Sullivan
I like the idea that Rachael, my youngest daughter, attends a Christian college just twenty five minutes from our home. At nineteen years of age, she has her independence but still gets home quite often to do her laundry…