On this Halloween weekend it does not surprise me that I am typing this 13th Salvation Story “hunt and peck”, tediously-and-agonizingly slow style. My ten-year-old Compaq laptop has been taken
The most flawed relationship in my life is with my daughter. Kristin is twenty-five years old and we have yelled and screamed at each other and gone on fabulous shopping
Nothing has gone right these past days. My Blackberry stopped working. (That is not a minor glitch for me — my Blackberry!!!) That is a dark day. And then the dashboard of
“The invisible dragon roared, I cowered, and what I’ve called “the impostor” was born, a shadow to the my eight-year-old life. The impostor is a fake version of yourself, and
“His name was Samson, the long-haired strong man who took Nazarite vows, the last and most famous of the Old Testament judges, the warrior who slew the lion with his
“My story is a rosary, the beads of which are the people and experiences that have made me what I am. I have tried to move from one bead to
