The wipers swished back and forth, on high speed, struggling to sweep the pouring rain from the car’s windshield. I squinted at the road ahead, careful to avoid hydroplaning. “Remind me, whose idea it was to travel to Tennessee for my birthday?” I sarcastically asked after we had stopped for a coffee break, the rain …
Got that naughty-or-nice list out? Ready to keep score? After all, Christmas is only a few weeks away. How about doing something revolutionary this Christmas season? How about replacing that naughty-or-nice list on the refrigerator with something else? Why not place a portrait of Johann von Staupitz there instead? Johann who? Okay, I admit, I …
Sometimes, parents don’t know if they’ve done the right thing. The anxiety that accompanies that uncertainty doesn’t simply go away because the children are grown and gone. The affirmations we sometimes anticipate in making sacrifices may not be readily felt or observed. No parenting manual eliminates the possibility of self-doubt. We can only do what …
It’s been called the “devil’s hour,” (3 A.M.)—the inverse of the time of Jesus’ crucifixion (3 P.M.) But I’ve never believed that. The Devil’s hour is any hour we give to him. Nonetheless, 3 A.M. is not my favorite hour. As an old friend once quipped, “Nothing much good happens after midnight.” “If you wake …
Lori and I looked at each other in desperation as tears filled our eyes. We had given up;Max, our Schnauzer, was lost forever, or so it seemed.Max is close to 15. I’m not sure what that is in “dog years,” but Max is old. If there issuch a thing as “doggie dementia,” I’m pretty sure …