Who Tells Your Story?
I have a confession. I am a HUGE fan of the Broadway show Hamilton. Which is odd, since I haven’t
I have a confession. I am a HUGE fan of the Broadway show Hamilton. Which is odd, since I haven’t
Let me preface this post by saying I grew up Southern Baptist. We were more about Easter egg hunts and
One of my favorite authors is Frederic Buechner. I still remember when I read his work for the first time.
I’m about to do something CRAZY in this blog post. I am going to tell you about a time when
The day after Thanksgiving started quietly. Soft pajamas. A mug of tea. Softly falling snow. A visit with a friend.
It’s 8:00 at night on Thursday, and I am pushing the deadline for this blog post. Even for me. Some
A few years ago, I decided to stop using a particular word. I not only over-used the word, but had
A few weeks ago, a friend and I were on a walk at a lake here in Colorado Springs. It
I have a lot of titles. I am a writer. A listener. An observer. But the title that sums me
It was cool and gray as I drove through a quiet neighborhood near my house and parked my car at