Author | Vagabond Preacher | Lover of the Poor | Grandpa
So, my son and I went to Arizona to watch Spring Training baseball games. My divorce was in full swing and we just had to get out of town to let out some of our angst. I don’t know what it takes to get a job at a Motel 6 – if you have to …
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When the handwritten message on the wall became clear that our marriage was finished before we actually crossed the finished line (the “till death do us part” part), I was in such emotional turmoil I wanted to put some distance between me and the pain. I craved escape. Thinking out loud I said the same …
Since I haven’t been blogging for a couple months, some people have contacted me to see if I’m okay. I appreciate the concern and that they actually noticed my absence in the blogosphere. During my first half of seventh grade our family moved to another city three hours away. After five or six months we …
If you can be devastated by someone else's pain and loss, and yet stimulated to action at the same time, this story will do it. I read it in a coffee shop while wiping tears away. So, if you don't like weeping in public places, read this at home. I didn't write this account, but …
It’s New Year’s Eve and I just wrote an email to my kids wishing them a Happy New Year. I wanted to be sure to tell them I love them, to remind them to not imbibe too much and be safe tonight. Then I wrote, “May this next year be a year in which the …
