Behind the Clouds

I know the mountains are there, behind the clouds.

A letter to my parents on their 50th anniversary

"You have given me the heritage of those who fear your name."

I noticed the cow glancing at me with a look of superiority in her eyes the next time we went to the farm!

It started the day Helmut killed Esther, in cold blood, and in very cold weather.

We can’t begin to recount all the laughter and joy that was added to our lives as a result of Helmut’s nine lives.

I don’t think that any one of us would trade the many happy hours we spent in the Lakeside Cottage for even one hour in a palace.

... the Smith house was abuzz with gossip for several days, while everyone tried to figure out who the old beau was.