Then one night George had been awakened by singing. He strained to look at the pallets on the cold cave floor, but the sick soldiers slept on, unaware of the music. It didn’t come from any of them. Though his body ached, George rose from his bed to move toward . . . Continue Reading

We’re nearing the end of 2023’s Dog Days of summer. I hope our readers have weathered these days well. Some may have done just that. When my oldest son was little, he used to say he loved hot days so much, he wanted to be a lizard sunning on aContinue Reading