This is the edited version of the blog I sent out last night. Apparently, the tears that were still in my eyes blinded me to all the typos or I
I went to a movie with my parents tonight — that seems to be a new American Christmas tradition, doesn’t it? My dad picked it out — War Horse. All
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
I went to a funeral on Friday for a man about my age. The funeral was held at Fort Logan Cemetery — the burial site in Colorado for veterans. I was impressed
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 have lived by myself for over five years. I can close my blinds, eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey Ice Cream, and watch reality television for
