Betsy Ashton

This past week has been a convergence of important dates for nearly 40 years. First, there was my mother's birthday on May 9. She would have been 97. Every year I would buy two gifts, one for birthday, one for Mother's Day. I'd buy two cards, different wrapping paper,...

Sometimes, life encourages you to rest a bit, slow down a bit, and put your booted foot up on the sofa. That's me right now. Resting a bit. Slowing down a bit. And putting the boot up a bit. No, the ankle isn't broken, just rather spectacularly sprained. I slipped...

No, I haven't experienced a personal loss, disaster, or break up. I'm broken hearted about the number of people who have been killed while at worship. This isn't meant to be a political screed, but a personal reflection on what is happening. Are you old enough to...

Our mothers told us to clean our room, put stuff we weren't using away, and throw/give away stuff we no longer use. The same thing holds true with authors. Everything we see, every fragment of conversation we overhear is material. Sometimes it finds its way whole into...