“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
“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
This is a Salvation Story by my good friend, Al Andrews. Al is husband, father, counselor, and writer. These days he is most busy being an entrepreneur of generosity. He
Below is a story from my dear friend and personal trainer, Rachel (she’s such a fabulous personal trainer, I only need to work with her once a year!). I
“Count back from one hundred,” the anesthesiologist prompted me with the standard cue that ushers surgery patients into a safe oblivion. In those split seconds before everything went blank I remember
I haven’t written a blog for a long time. I have a lot of excuses. It was a rough summer, and yet despite the vicissitudes of hope and despair of
Once again it has been a long time since I have written. My days have been filled with doctor’s appointments, biopsies, more doctor’s appointments, antibiotics, surgery, more doctor’s appointments, more
It’s been a few months since I’ve posted a blog — in case anyone is keeping track. The primary reason this well has been dry is that I have been
I lied to a friend of mine this week. He asked how I was doing and rather than talk about some heartache and struggle, I answered with the favorite Christian f-word, “Fine.”
I visited a church a few weeks ago in a mid-Western state. Upon walking into the church I was immediately ushered back to countless Sundays in childhood spent in
