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I would like to share a story with you. It is not fiction, even though it may read like one. Rather, it is a true story that happened to me almost twenty years ago. It ...
This past week, my dad would have celebrated his 80th birthday. I did not realize that fact until my sister brought it to my attention. I don’t know about you, but when I think about ...
I know things. Like how no matter where I go, there will always be a part of me climbing, hands splintering as they peel back chipped paint and carry me to the top of the ...
The Burial I always called her Mother. With a sharp, pointy capital “M” to match her sharp and pointy personality. There was nothing soft about her … she was not a mom, mama or mommy. ...
As a black man, things are still different for me in America. At a young age, I was taught three simple phrases “Yes Sir”, “No Sir” and “Thank You” when talking to a police officer. ...
I was thinking recently of Jonathan and I’s story of how God brought us together. Even as I reflect on the very specific details I’m blown away at God and how he meticulously allows everything ...
It was a good day. I’ve been in love with trains since I was a little boy. So as our family shopped for our youngest’s birthday, I secretly thanked God more than once that my ...
“My mother would wipe tears with one of her hands while clearing away the evidence of destruction with the other…her son, her only son was an addict” lamented my acquaintance, pseudonym Lilly. Often coming home ...
I’m sitting at a Panera, where every quality novel, article and blog post imaginable has been written. I can see Steinbeck writhing in disgust as he bites into a red onion he purposefully excluded from ...
