Cheetos for Breakfast

Yesterday my friend Katie Billheimer shared these words: Lamenting. Something our culture doesn’t really know how to do. Grief makes us u...

I remember the day they drank the Kool-Aid. It was November, 1978. I was in 9th grade and I watched, along with the rest of the country, as ...

It is the time of year when people have set goals and are running out of the gate at breakneck speed to meet them. At the beginning of the n...

On New Year's Eve, a friend on Facebook asked, "If you could tell your past self something a decade ago, what would it be?" ...

'Tis the season, they say. Today I read an incredible post. A post about a   season. That there is a time for everything. A season for ...

I have come to love winter. It just might be my favorite time of the year. I love the colors. The faded russet of the oak leaves, some fal...

I've told this story before. Many times. And probably in previous blog posts. Who knows? I can't remember anything. I am indeed a br...