My God is the God of small things. Seeds. Newborn babies. Nutshells that contain multiple truths in humble small containers. My God is the God of small beginnings. Read more

BY JANAYA R Mary was a young woman – some say early teens, based on culture. She was visited by an angel. And it is in this visitation, I see myself. Read more

Join us Spring 2019 for Tolkien, Man of Masterpieces – From his life, to his philosophy, to his works and beyond, we want it all! Read more

Twas the week before Christmas and inside the house, All was quite decorated by me and my spouse. The tree sparkled brightly and there on the shelf, Sat grinning back at us, the know-it-all Elf! He often seemed active, first here and then there, He stuck nosy nose into, oh, everywhere! Read more

BY M.C. PEHRSON I remember little Santas, so old that they were cracked in places, with cotton stuffing that peeked out. Read more

“He looked up and saw Hagrid interacting with Hermione. She was gesturing as she talked, and he felt more than a little bit homesick at the sight. He put his head on his front paws and grumbled, emitting some more black smoke as he did.” Read more

BY E. KAISER WRITES “The light was almost disappearing and the street shadows were so dark they blended into themselves like treetops in a forest.” Read more

BY DAVID JACK I have always considered Robert Falconer to be as much a “double story” as MacDonald’s classic fairy-tale The Wise Woman. Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI “Darkness comes to take us away,” the half-man had said as he lay on his deathbed, as she lay beside him. Read more

I wish I lived in a Hallmark movie My life would be so grand I’d have my Forever beside me Always holding my hand Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI “They’re not all my enemies,” he muttered. “Just people, no better or worse than I.” Read more

BY LILA TULIP The superb acting choices continues with the casting of Puddleglum, the Marsh Wiggle, who accompanies them on their adventure. Read more

BY LAWRENCE “MACK” HALL How wonderful to sleep in a soft, warm bed beneath a roof against the blowing night of wind and rain rattling each window pane. Read more

BY E. KAISER WRITES “We hereby have charged this our subject to take it privily away and keep its location secret and to hold it in safekeeping.” Read more

““That’s why I asked you to be here,” Snape answered in a monotone voice. With a wave of his wand, he summoned a chair over and sat down. “Is he all right, at least?” Hermione’s voice trembled, but very bravely, she did not allow her tears to fall.” Read more

My sunshine is gone And yet there is light My friends are all stars Who shine through the night Read more

BY ELLEN EVERT HOPMAN The Picts are said to have made ale from heather, without the use of hops. Here is a recipe from Wilma Paterson of the Isle of Skye. Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI “My lord,” she chided him. “You’ll break your back over there. Will you never accept that you have a bed all your own?” Read more

BY OLIVIA FARNSWORTH Daisy glanced at me through the shed window and evacuated with greater haste. Read more

“Baring my soul Again and again, Writing wherever With some random pen, Hoping to shake My emotions in rhyme…” Read more