In my kitchen, a pack of stew meat rests atop the stove, plucked from the bulging freezer. Ah, Mister’s provided so well, and I’m grateful. Soon, I shall gather up the

It was a year ago. Even now, I can see it. On that very spot, two schools had come together to run the Panther home course. Including the dreaded *Suicide Hill.

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift

“I’m worried,” he says, “about making mistakes.” At school. I drop to my knees beside his bed. “My teacher talks kinda loud, so when I mess up, I get embarrassed.”

Dear parents of daughters, Of all things, it happened again at church. There we were, talking about parenting in this tough and mixed-up world, and there it came. I used

It was on a blistering August day in the summer of 1987 that two dark-headed, naive, but determined kids walked up the aisle, gave the assent, pledged their troth, and

If you have been following me here for any length of time on the blog, you’ll know that I’ve begun to speak quite frankly. To teach plainly and boldly on