EDITOR’S NOTE: The Herald recently reached out to clergy members across the community, requesting they submit letters of prayer or words of encouragement for Herald readers. A little over eight years ...

When my father, David Lev, died at age 68 in 1985, I made phone calls to tell family and friends. To my surprise, they told me things about him I never knew. I learned that he ran errands for his ...

Where never is heard, a discouraging word … (and the skies are not cloudy all day). I think it would be really great if our home on the Summit County range resembled this old song. With Mother Nature ...

The two of them walked slowly toward me, my youngest brother and his daughter. She looked stunningly beautiful, arm in arm with her dad. His gait was sure and steady. An unspoken joy filled each of ...

I had no idea whether my former eighth grade basketball coach would remember me, but I jumped at the chance to let him know how much I remembered him, mostly from a single incident 54 years earlier.