Learning to Trust
She’s seven years old, eight at the most. Fluffy clouds of freckles cover her pale nose and sun-kissed cheeks, peering …
She’s seven years old, eight at the most. Fluffy clouds of freckles cover her pale nose and sun-kissed cheeks, peering …
I’m not one to get offended easily. I grew up in a big, semi-obnoxious family and was often the brunt …
When sadness falls, when sunlight fades When brightest morn turns darkest day When wicked comes, when evil preys Lord, have …
This past weekend I attended a church retreat at a campground in Maryland. Basically picture any church retreat or camp …
If you can’t name the movie, you need to get out more. Plain and simple. Put on a pair of …
I went to San Diego this past weekend to help run the Re:Write Conference. I’m completely exhausted and my feet …
The first nephew I was ever blessed with is named Paul. Nowadays he’s a strapping seven-year-old young man, complete with …
Being single is full of advantages. You can take spontaneous road trips, a bottle of wine lasts more than one …
The last time we chatted, I was headed to the dentist, forced by physical pain and fueled by utter frustration. …
Pain. It doesn’t discriminate. It attacks the old, the young. The male, the female. The rich, the poor. The Olympic …