“Oh Marylou, Marylou,” we heard our Dad say as he looked in the rear-view mirror. We could tell from the panic in his voice something happened. We turned to see our friend’s car and camper crashed in the median between the busy US highways. Instantly, Dad pulled over...

The fire spit another ember out on the grass and I watched it slowly fade. The burning logs dropped causing a beautiful display of orange and amber sparks to fly upward. The three of us kids inched closer to catch the warmth of the blazing campfire on a cool evening....