
If the walls could talk
Scott recounts a hunting trip with his buddy Dave, during which they stumbled upon an old log cabin in the hills of southern Kentucky. Despite its dilapidated state, Dave sees the cabin as a home full of stories and memories, prompting Scott to reflect on the legacy of such places. Later, back at his in-laws’ farm, Scott observes the joy and life present in their Easter celebration, despite the challenges they face due to their children’s terminal illnesses. He muses on the idea of leaving a legacy for their children versus their children leaving a legacy for them. In an epilogue, Scott suggests that Dave’s visit to the cabin was a metaphor for him guiding Scott through the process of accepting his son Evan’s condition and eventual passing, showing him that he doesn’t have to face it alone.

The Odd Gift
Scott recounts how he and his wife Penni often played a game dreaming about winning a special gift, which turned out to be a real surprise when a representative from Yo-Basti manufacturing contacted them claiming they had won a gift. Despite initial skepticism, they waited eagerly for the gift’s arrival, but it encountered several mishaps during shipping, arriving damaged. However, with the help of Claudia, a representative from Yo-Basti, they learned to appreciate the gift, which turned out to be their son, Evan. Despite his disabilities and the challenges they faced, Evan brought immense joy to their lives, defying the odds. The story serves as a reminder to cherish unexpected blessings and find joy in all circumstances.

The Shadow Caste
This summer, our family traveled to the shores of Lake Michigan for a weekend retreat. Packed into our vehicle along

Lisa’s Reprise
She walked onto the stage and a smile instantly came to my heart. This familiar, vibrant face brought back memories

Know that you are not alone
I could hear my son counting in the other room as he washed his hands and tapped his foot on

Angel Havens in the Clutter
As a Filipina-American, I need my home to reflect my heritage, my desire for a well-ordered haven. So I trek