Trust, Church, and Golf Carts
I was ten years old when my Dad brought a golf cart home. It was a junkyard golf cart, with ugly old paint and nearly flat tires. Even then, a half century ago, it was…
I was ten years old when my Dad brought a golf cart home. It was a junkyard golf cart, with ugly old paint and nearly flat tires. Even then, a half century ago, it was…
A bit of advice for young parents. There is no such thing as a brilliant parent. Duh. We all make mistakes, and I’m sure my kids can give you an embarrassingly long list of mine….
My friend Brian Boerman wrote this shortly after the loss of his amazing mother, who graced this world for 96-years. It’s a blend of tribute, journal entry, and reflection. Most importantly, it is brilliant. You…
After a long day of travel my face was showing an unshaven shadow of stubble. We boarded our flight when my daughter Rachel, who was about four at the time, began staring intently at my…
There may be no job more difficult than raising a child. I was certainly unprepared that day when D’Aun looked at me and said, “Guess what!?!” Finding out that we were about to be parents…