Five rambunctious children, a below average income, a husband who worked the swing shift, a small house, harsh winters and the wild decade of the 1960s did not deter her. She was determined to raise her kids up in the way they should go. She succeeded in helping them all survive their school years without the complications of drugs, alcohol or unwanted pregnancies. At

The scene was surreal and what unfolded was unforgettable. A crowd had gathered at the edge of a steep cliff outside what appeared to be a natural cave. Over the entrance hung a brightly painted sign that read: “Come in for an amazing ride that will tantalize your senses and make your heart beat faster.” To the side was a smaller sign that read:

Eight-year-old Tommy stared quizzically at the TV screen and wondered out loud, “Why is that gold medal Olympian biting his medal?” “Because,” explained his older, wiser sister, “money used to have real gold in it, so people would bite it to see if it was authentic.  If the coin was too hard they knew someone was giving them fake money. Those medals aren’t real

Her heart ached as she studied his wrinkled face, trying to etch it in her memory. He was one of the kindest men she had ever known and now he was making his last stand against the cancer that ravaged his body. They had just said a short prayer and a tear slipped from his eye as he gripped her hand firmly.  She glanced