All I Can Do Is Pray by Jo Russell

Harv watched his work-out friend, Lenny, arrive at the gym at his usual time. But instead of finding a parking place in the gym parking lot, Lenny had driven his dusty pick-up truck up the road next to the building, looped a figure eight in the grocery parking lot...

Easy Communication by Jo Russell

Cindy was in deep do-do again. So on the sunny Saturday when it would have been more fun to be building forts and playing softball, the eight-year-old was once again confessing to the priest all of her wrongs of the spring break week. He responded, “Uh, huh, Uh, huh,”...