I’m grateful for $13 in my checking account until Tuesday. It helps me focus less on stuff and on what really matters. I’m grateful for…
Welcome to Team Henneke, where everybody not only wants to be right, but needs to be right. No way will we give into the other…
I’m the world’s worst genealogist. There, I said it. I can’t spell the word without Google. Searching records online? Combing cemeteries for gravestones? Sending away…
1. I still believe in Santa Claus. 2. Santa likes only frosted sugar cookies made special by Mrs. Claus, with no more than a half…
She held up the beautiful brand new journal and asked if I wanted it. My first thought was to say no, because journals take too…
The voice, impression, perhaps revelation, hit me as soon as I walked through the door of my tiny basement apartment. I had just returned from…
Giving up girls for two years I could do. Missing out on on a few seasons of Cheers or Family Ties I could handle, Learning…
Somebody called you names again, and now you’re hurt a little bit. That Dallas reverend said you belong to a cult, and it made you…
It didn’t take long for the homesickness to hit, the kind that twists your stomach into 400 knots. It was in the Wal-Mart parking lot,…
I wanted my last Saturday as the Sunday editor for the Democrat-Herald to be picture perfect, something that would make filmmaker Ken Burns beg me…