A Friend who Forgives

We were in third grade when I totally betrayed my best friend. Troll dolls were the problem. Their ugly mugs and outrageous hair fascinated us. Most of us managed to beg a small dime store model from our parents. One of our friends, however, came to school with a...

Birth Pains

I was chatting with an expectant mom at our church this week, and she asked me about the story I always tell first-time mothers when they tweet something like, “tell me your tricks for getting labor started!” I felt the same way with our first child. I was...

I Want to be Like David’s Dog

When I pull into our neighborhood the last few evenings, I’ve seen my friend, David, exercising his dog. A golden retriever, I believe, with wonderful manners. Nicolas sometimes accompanies David to the office (upstairs from mine) and is pretty well-behaved. For...

Disciplining My Art

Artists don’t generally hang out at the gym. You don’t see a lot of musicians running marathons or writers entering the olympics. We may take a long walk on a spring day, but we are more often in search of our muse than our muscle tone. Don’t get me...

Orphans Preferred

This month is the 150th anniversary of the historic Pony Express. I am especially fond of this piece of American History since it’s headquarters are only a couple of hours away in one of my favorite towns, St. Joseph, Missouri. Some of our own family history was...