Father, Hero, Dad by Jo Russell
“Help! Help me!” came a desperate cry within a rumble of voices, screams and shouts in the prison yard! Big Jake, one of three prison guards, sprinted, following his ears and eyes to a crowd where an inmate was being stabbed again and again by fellow prisoners. [stock...
read moreMistaken Identity: Mosquitoes and Messiahs by Jo Russell
“The mosquitoes are really huge up here,” one visitor complained to an employee at the station as he filled topped off the tank of his camper-covered truck. “I also need some bug repellent that really works. Those pests are bigger than golf balls!” “That so, aye?” the...
read moreWhere Does My Help Come From? by Jo Russell
“Look at the balls, Robbie! It’s almost like the playland at McDonald’s,” Amy cried with excitement at the toy department display of balls inside a cage big enough for six kids. Older brother Robbie came closer and decided she was right. He stepped up to a round...
read moreBut I Didn’t Order This! by Jo Russell
Brenda heard a voice protest someone in the fast food restaurant where she was a new employee, "But I didn’t order this!" Oh, no. Not again! She turned her attention to her current customer in a long line ahead. “Thanks for coming to us for breakfast!” chirped teen...
read moreYou Meet the Nicest People When Washing Dishes by Jo Russell
Abby’s mom had always said, “You meet the nicest people….” And she would add the name of some awful chore that every kid hated. Twelve-year-old Abby put washing dishes in the same group as going to the dentist. But the chore was a lot less work with an electric...
read moreMothers Touching the World with Love, God and Cookies By Jo Russell
From the baking smells that oozed into the chapel on Mother's Day, there was no guesswork why anyone coming into to the church followed their noses to the kitchen first. They couldn’t help themselves following their chocolate dreams. It was even hard to hear the...
read moreFleeing from Sin and Sofas by Jo Russell
Fleeing from sofas and sin took puppy Sparky a long time to learn. The battle of wits with his owner, Marie, was long, hard and full of casualties--mostly the sofa. “Here, Sparky, this is a good thing to chew on,” and she handed over chew toys guaranteed to be tough...
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