Calling my dad a real estate developer is a bit misleading. A typical “development” for my dad was finding an old block of real estate

One summer years ago, I shocked my son by saying, as I began sorting through stuff that I thought we needed to have a garage

I’m wondering how or if we can hold on to something like Michelle Obama’s hopeful call while also engaging with a vile man doing all

A sermon is invariably made better by telling stories, but a story is never made better when it sermonizes.

We met in the parking lot of the country church on either side of which we had lived, my father the pastor and his the

Last summer, my family and I went for a bike ride along a trail on our way to one of our favorite lunch spots. We

When my writing crosses the line into sentimentality, I am taking more than half, by which I mean that I am doing my own emotional

Normally, my relationship with social media is complicated—but on my birthday, it feels fun. Messages, pictures, and love pour in.

Of the many words that name aspects of love, tender is one of my favorite.   I used to sing my daughters to sleep, and later