When Men Cry

When Men Cry

Yesterday I experienced something of a rarity in my life. Watching a grown man cry. Genuine tears. Tears of brokenness. Tears of sadness. Tears of grief. You see, my longtime neighbor died this week of heart issues, and this was her 40-something son talking to me from...
We All Could Use an Angel

We All Could Use an Angel

            Do any of us really expect an angel to show up at our doorstep? Really? I don’t. But now I’m not so sure. A few weeks ago, when my doorbell rang about 10:30 a.m., I trotted upstairs from my office to look through the peephole. A blondish-gray haired woman...
Simply Do your Best

Simply Do your Best

I am a writer who arranges words for a living, and along the way, I’ve been privileged to work with notable photographers and artists. Who model simply do your best. Just this past week, I wrote a magazine article on celebrated artist, painter, and sculptor Thomas...
Live Like You Are Dying

Live Like You Are Dying

The phone call. The knock on the door. The social media post. Some unexpected bad news just never arrives gracefully. In an instant we learn that a loved one is terribly ill, injured, or already dead. We are reminded to live like we are dying. One second we are...
Who Are We to Complain?

Who Are We to Complain?

It’s easy to complain and grumble and think we’ve got it rough. And then we meet someone who stops us short in our griping. I met one of these someones this past week for coffee, and I now I keep asking myself, “Who am I to complain?” I met Hawa briefly about a year...
Why Dads Deserve Our Thanks

Why Dads Deserve Our Thanks

Dads deserve our thanks. If I could, I’d pick up my phone and call Dad right now. “Hey, Dad, do you remember feeding us as babies on the living room sofa? Which of us three kids kept you on your toes the most? Do you remember the time you . . .?” On and on I’d pepper...
Circle the Wagons!

Circle the Wagons!

Do you remember those old Western TV flicks where the bad guys are wildly closing in on the pioneers in their covered wagons? Billows of gritty dust. Horses galloping at full throttle. Bullets and arrows zipping all around. Maybe, if you’re like me, you feel like this...
Just Be Held

Just Be Held

Driving out of the hospital parking lot this week, the song “Just Be Held” came on the radio. This song by Casting Crowns always makes me a bit misty because I think of a couple of friends in a blazing firestorm with cancer and the insidious aftereffects of their...
Love Always . . . Letters from Our Moms

Love Always . . . Letters from Our Moms

Letters from Mom are often simply priceless. Now days we’d add emails, posts, texts, and YouTube videos. Beyoncé’s mother wrote this note to her four daughters for Mother’s Day 2015, “I remember slumber parties after my divorce, when we watched old movies and ate a...