Our Thanksgiving was not what the Pilgrims had in mind, but I wouldn't trade their life for mine.
all in the family
Category: family
of apple butter and bookstores
I still remember the smell of old books and new books and real books. But after a couple of days I would start pestering my mom to let me go to her cousin Walt’s farm, where the enticements were even greater.
on dying well
We have a lot yet to learn. But we are determined to learn it, and to extend grace with calmness and certitude in our final hours.
too numerous to mention
All of us can say we're sorry. With Michael, you never doubt it's true. This sensitivity can cause problems for a boy. But in a man it is a rare treasure.
(re)collections on God’s faithfulness
I've been blogging now over nine years, and am planning to pull together some collections of these essays as small paperbacks that could be shared with others. I've outlined them here, and welcome your feedback on which ones you might find helpful or interesting.
the daysman 