The house that love built
From the Heart It was 1952 when my parents moved into their house on North 12th Street. It was September 7, 1955 when the Welfare Department brought me to their…
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The difference a smile makes
From the Heart Why is it that some days are easier when it comes to having patience? This week the “patient somedays” were few and far between. It was just…
Faith greater than fear
From the Heart What if the worst that could happen … happens? Been there. Survived it. Anxiety. Worry. Fear. Anticipation. So many unknowns. Phil Heller, one of the pastors at…
Math and Marriage
From the Heart I am a morning person … well, kind of. I like the morning to start slowly. I hear the alarm go off, most mornings, at 7:00. I…
Welcome Home, Grindstone!
From the Heart I live just four blocks from the corner of 10th and Logan streets. For the past few months I have watched, with great anticipation, the building on…
The Myth of Perpetual Summer
From the Heart Sweet tea, a gentle breeze blowing as I sit on our back porch and a novel that grips my heart. Summer has arrived on Twelfth Street. A…
A little spunk at 92
From the Heart A force to be reckoned with. It’s been said about me. It has been said about my mother. At 92, every day my mother never ceases to…
And so, the healing begins . . .
From the Heart “Never daunted, we cannot falter, in the battle, we’re tried and true.” Noblesville High School students and graduates know those words as part of the school song….