From the Caregiver's HAErt — Danita LaShelle Jones

I couldn’t believe it. After almost an entire semester of giggling at the fate of some of my fellow students, I found myself, deservingly, in the hallway, prepared to yell the familiar phrase. My…

“I need you,” the school nurse said over the phone. “And bring the nebulizer.” Before I ended the call, I was headed out the door with the required machinery. The destination? The school of…

I’d done it! This time of year, per a family tradition, we end our Fourth of July celebration with a spectacular fireworks show. I spent the better part of an hour a few years…

“Mom?” my oldest son’s raspy and weak voice said over the phone. “Can you come pick me up? I don’t feel good.” I had my keys in my hand before he finished the sentence.

“Do you have your inhaler?” I whispered to the startled child in the dark. At that moment, the rapidly passing highway lights made me slightly visible. I hadn’t thought about that when I reached…

“What are you doing?” the pastor stammered as he stared at me in disbelief. I’d entered the open door of his office, diligently going over the run sheet for the church’s two worship services…

Eleven words per second. The very thought sounds impossible, yet John Moschitta Jr., currently the fastest-talking man on the planet (after the late Steve Woodmore), can do exactly that. While most people…

The houses seem so small. That’s always my first thought when I’m on a plane. Usually, if I’m flying out of my hometown, the flight path always takes us over several neighborhoods as we…

“But I’ve been gone for hours!” the central character will say. “You’ve been gone a few minutes,” another character might reply. And no matter how much the protagonist tries to convince the other person,…

“Too bad there isn’t a children’s day!” one of my children declared. We had just wrapped up a great Father’s Day breakfast, where we had inadvertently referred to the fantastic Mother’s Day breakfast I…

The music had ceased, and the platform guests were gone, but the audience remained in their seats, slightly stunned at what had just transpired. I stood in the door of the backstage area, still…

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, kick!” At the time, I didn’t know her name, but track star Sandra Farmer-Patrick appeared in one of my favorite…