Happy Father’s day to my dad. A committed reader, a devoted pray-er, a faithful downer of milk shakes and a constant supporter. I am grateful for his model.
Mother’s Day gifts are something that give men conniptions. There’s so much pressure! This year, it was a toss-up.. or should I say… throw?
It seems almost unbelievable to learn of another type of cancer in a different place when we’re just taking steps toward treating the first cancer.
On Tuesday President Trump pardoned two turkeys, and those turkeys will come to live out the rest of their life just down the street from us. Virginia Tech provides their home: Gobblers Rest.
Isn’t that what we all need? A pardon? A pardon that leads to rest?
It’s been since February 2015. Almost four years. That was the last time we’ve had a cancer hiccup. I say “hiccup” because life is so much bigger than cancer. If you are familiar with Carolyn’s cancer journey, it has been one that even her current docs say is one for the textbooks.
Embracing humility is the only path to experiencing true Thanksgiving. A leper can teach us more than a turkey.
What happens when your daughter brings a guy friend over? Dad gets kicked out of the man cave…
This is my annual “year-in-review” blog post, in bullet-point fashion. From a sermon in a slanket to the Razorbacks winning the first half of the Belk Bowl, it’s been 365 day of unexpected goodness and wonder, even amid grief and longing.