Author: Elaine Ingalls Hogg

This year as I planned my Christmas gift for my daughter and her children, I was reminded of the conversation I had with a lady several years ago. "Anna" knew her long battle with cancer was nearly over, and as … Read more

As I began putting away the things in my suitcase after a recent trip, I found myself looking at an attractive red and white brochure. It reminded me of the day I found an unexpected treat. During our holidays, two … Read more

Last winter, I received an attractive postcard in the mail with a picture of pipers on the front, an antique model car, and crowds of people. The words inscribed across the front were, "Cause for a gathering", and when I … Read more

When my youngest daughter left home a few years ago, she packed her large assortment of stuffed toys to take with her. But as she left her room, she hesitated in the doorway and said, "Mom, the room looks too … Read more

I was only twelve when I met my first "street" child. This tousle-haired child already knew what it was like to wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a drunken argument in the next room. … Read more

"Why? Why do I have to?" I remember asking this question when I was a child. Back then, my mother would smile at me patiently and wait by the side of my bed, reminding me that it was time to … Read more

I turned to see where my house guest was. Had she stumbled in the dark? "Gloria," I called, "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," she replied. "I just can't move." My first thoughts were that she'd probably tripped on our sidewalk … Read more

I have fond memories of summer mornings. When we lived in our home by the lake, I was often awakened by the ghastly squawk of a duck swimming to his breakfast site. It was quite evident by the tone that … Read more

Often as I'm working at my computer, a movement outside my window takes my attention away from my work. Usually I'm interrupted by the sight of a cyclist enjoying a trip through the countryside, but often it is the walker … Read more

My husband and I didn't go south for our retirement trip; instead, we headed west. While travelling through the Rocky Mountains, we stopped to see the Columbia Ice Field and took a trip on the snow coach to the mouth … Read more