Many of my conversations with close friends these days have centered around one primary topic: What is the coming school year going to look like and - of the different options our family could pursue - which approach is best for my child? I have listened and lamented with...
Dear Dad, Fathers Day comes each year and with it memories of you. Today I reflect and give thanks once again for your life and for all that you have modeled for me and taught me over the years. This letter could never be exhaustive, but...
Words have always been my business, even from the very beginning. "Stop writing on the couch," my mother would say when I was very young. "Stop writing on my important papers," she would say when I was older. But I have had no words lately. I've...
Recently I wrote about how my nine year old daughter banged her forehead into the corner of a kitchen cabinet and had to get stitches. A few days before her stitches were to come out, I mentioned that after the injury was fully healed, we...
My Dear Children, One day some parents brought their children to Jesus so he could touch and bless them. But the disciples scolded the parents for bothering him. When Jesus saw what was happening, he was angry with his disciples. He said to them, “Let the children...
About a week has passed now since the state of Maryland where I live issued orders for us to stay at home except for essential outings such as grocery shopping or taking walks to get exercise. It has been much longer, though, since our schools...
COVID-19 has thrust many parents unexpectedly into the role of being their child's teacher at home while still trying to keep up with their own work load. Friends, if this is you - hang in there. Nothing about what is happening in our country right...
February is Black History Month and our family has been blessed and encouraged as we have listened to, watched, and read the stories of many men, women, and children who have reflected the love of Christ in outstanding ways throughout many generations of human history. We...
It was just an ordinary visit to the thrift store. My son seemed happy enough playing with a toy digger truck at the store while we picked out clothes. Upon checking out, he asked if I would buy him the truck and I said, "No,...
Last weekend we decorated the house for Christmas and as we unwrapped the porcelain figures of our Peruvian nativity scene I notice that a few are cracked from chubby little fingers eagerly unwrapping them (and dropping them) over the years. I can't help but smile...