Celebrating Thanksgiving
It’s my favorite time of year again. The leaves have changed and are at their peak. There is a sugar maple tree on the south side of…
It’s my favorite time of year again. The leaves have changed and are at their peak. There is a sugar maple tree on the south side of…
Five boys. Five loud, active boys with their own unique personalities and preferences. Personal tastes, too. So at dinner a week or two ago, several…
My first memories of Mother’s Day are sitting in church as a child as the minister recognized all the mothers. I remember them standing in recognition…
It comes down to one simple principle—love your neighbor as you would want to be loved.
This morning I saw a tweet from my son, and I always read what my sons post on twitter. Ben linked to an article and said…
My mother, Jean Peterson, laid a strong foundation for the woman I am today. To honor the investment that she has made in me and…
When I was in my middle 30s, I was swamped by children: six of them. The oldest was 10 or 11, the youngest maybe 12…
Over President’s Day weekend in February a new billboard ad popped up in our city on Interstate 30, which carries heavy local and cross-state traffic….
We should not be surprised when a fire starts from a bed of coals. And in our culture, a firestorm erupts whenever a Bible-believing Christian…
When my sweet mother married my father, following him north 600 miles for his career, everything familiar faded in the rearview mirror of their 1948…