*sigh* “Why don’t they just pick up the phone and call?” It’s a common, exasperated…
Three little words were drilled into my head as a boy: “I forgive you.” My…
It was shortly before church, Easter Sunday, 1993, and I was dressed to the nines.…
It was a bright, sunny Sunday morning and church service had just let out. A…
What? Were you hoping I’d finish that sentence with Christmas? Well, Christmas Day is indeed…
“Snow skiing!” Though these were not my first spoken words, my memory and recall connect…
“I knew it all along … I should have played football in high school.” This…
“Mom! Dad! Zack hit me with a soda can!” (for the record, it was an empty…
Culture is progressive, it always has been. One facet of culture that is progressive is…
When I was young, I never liked when my mom and dad would close the…
I enjoy a good challenge when it comes to downhill snow-skiing. As young boys, my…