Some thoughts about Father's Day

Here's the latest blog. This day is always a hard one.

The Cry of a Broken Heart
If you're one of the two regular readers of this blog then you know that I've been away for several months (I believe my last post was written on March 18). When I last posted I had shared with you that our family was working through a crisis that was almos...

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I Will Praise You in This Storm
February started off on a great foot. Late last year I bought a car that was busy growing grass when I found it. We (my son, a good friend, and myself) spent the next three months fixing those things that kept the car from running properly and I was able to...

While Shepherds....
There are three messages that my parents gave to me during the sixteen years that I lived with them:      1. I was ugly.      2. I was unloved.      3. I was unwanted. My parents managed to communicate those messages to me in every area of my life. They had...

Life and Death in August of 1987
August 12, 1987 - Wadley Hospital, Texarkana. Sometime during the day.... The nurse threw a set of scrubs at me and told me to put them on "quickly" and pointed me to a restroom just to my right. I remember juggling the scrubs as I moved into the room as qu...

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Finding a Way Through Pain and Fatigue
I have struggled with this week's blog. I have started over at least five times and even now can't seem to get my head and my heart to align on a single train of thought. I wish I could say that  this is an isolated, one of a kind thing, but anyone who read...

Forget Sticks and Stones...Names DO Hurt.
He looked down his nose at me and with a voice dripping with disdain said "I guess we know who the LIBERAL is this room." That was my freshman year in college. At the time there was probably no greater assault you could make on someone's character, at least...