• Words from the teacher by Lynn Moffett

    Puffy, white clouds held the attention of the horse named George. He preferred these sunny days to those with gray clouds and sheets of rain. As he surveyed the green pasture and its giant oak, he counted off his friends who were grazing. Of course, his best friend Nancy, the white pony half his height, topped the list. Then there was Rusty the roan, Stormy the dapple-gray and Morgan, the chestnut broodmare, all permanent residents. George stood alone at the barn side of the pasture waiting for…

  • The chief fun officer by Michael Marx

    My name is Nugget and I’m a sled dog. Ah, there Timber goes again. He’s on his back and Brooklyn has him by his thick, furry neck and is shaking him violently. Of course, this looks to me like he is about to die. I can’t watch. His legs go limp. Wait; he just jumped up, ran around, and came back for more. Jeez. I wish he were that enthusiastic about pulling a sled. Timber and Brooklyn are Siberian huskies. Unlike us Alaskan huskies, they enjoy playing more than working. Mostly he keeps pace with…

  • Prayer: a call, a duty, a humble privilege by Theresa Lussi

    Many days have passed since our nation was called to join in a day of united prayer for our communities, our cities, our families, our country. Yet the need for individual and corporate prayer has not waned. On the contrary, a sense of urgency has pervaded this land with constant reports of calamities, sicknesses, wars and rumors of wars filling the airwaves day and night. Where are we to turn? On the most recent National Day of Prayer last May, there were no large gatherings that I was aware of…