From my first day of school, when I reluctantly let go of my mother’s hand to take the hand of my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Speck, to the day when I hoped no one would detect the nervousness in my voice as I stood to defend my doctoral dissertation, school has been a process of letting …
“Do you want to finish this tour tomorrow?” I asked Lori. My wife and I were wilting. As the weather forecaster would say, we had the three “h’s.” It was hazy, hot, and humid. And we had just walked through a good portion of the gardens at the Biltmore Estate in Ashville, North Carolina. Although …
The sun hadn’t been up long when Lori and I turned the corner and headed downhill, almost halfway through our morning walk. Just then we saw our friend, Abby, and her 21-month-old daughter, Adalyn. Momma was keeping a close watch on her little one as she enjoyed a walk of her own, across their front …