Perhaps it is time for a confession. I am weary of words. Weary of the advertising messages that I have helped push over 20+ years ...
It's a new year, Oh Boy. Why all the fuss? Yesterday, as Howard and I drove through the rain, we talked about why we each could take Ne...
This is not a post I want to write. Not now. Not today as so many grieve and as bewilderment fights for our joy. I've put it off. ...
Well, despite what a few Mayans had to say, the world is still here. And like Michael Stipe & REM, I feel fine. Or maybe this is the end...
I like snow. (It's so fluffy!) Cold weather and I go together like polar bears and fresh fish. Running with Katie, traipsing all ove...
Lately, I've been reminded again and again how "hope does not disappoint." It's not a functional/experiential reminder as m...
John 8:7 Let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone. We so get behind this verse. We know how it is to stand alone before our accus...
Years ago, I heard a story from a traveling guy. He had an unfortunate pompadour - a look favored by Christian leaders at the time. His h...
Well...it's here. Thanksgiving is tomorrow and we'll gather around a big long table in Marlin, Texas; eat turkey, and tell stories. ...
Morning's glow fills the sky behind the silhouetted trees. One lone faraway plane leaves its signature in contrails where orange meets the f...
