The Work of Eva H. Bell

Swimming in the sea. Glorious. Cold, slick seawater and soft, soft sand. Warm sun. Cloudless sky and deep blue surf. All the cobwebs gone...

My nieces are teenagers. Sometimes I want to yell down the phone at them “You think you’ve got probelms now!” But I never do. Being a...

Candles as bright starts Flickerithe summer breeze The Christ-child is born. Finally, Christmas arrives. The expectant waiting, half...