It was in last night’s phone call that he said it. Our oldest-of-four sons was talking with his dad, and there it came. “God let me weave my own web,” he

It was her opening words that grabbed me. “First of all, we are not afraid,” she said. In fact, every time the government decides to further suspend our civil liberties,

It’s quiet in the house. All of my men are at school or at work, and it’s just me. Well, me and Garth Brooks. Down in the basement, things are

In the Big Apple, they’re suffering. I happened to hear the latest as I was sitting on hold the other day, waiting to speak to Mr. Snerdley on his show.

Through the window, I see him. Outlined in the frosted glass as he waits for the bus, The Cub is standing watch. His bright-red backpack is centered solidly on his

It’s Saturday afternoon. After a whirlwind holiday season, the dust is slooowly settling, and I’m desperate for some time with Mr. Schrock. It’s true. Nothing makes me happier than having

What if this is the year where shame has no place at the table? No voice? The damnable thing about shame is that it seeks to silence. To make us

It was the year of the lemon. Of all of the official family trees, it was the worst. The slightest sneeze from another room, a stamp of the foot upon

The door slams. The bottom 50% of the boys (i.e., numbers three and four) are leaving to run errands. Sounds of the season, they stream from the Bose, and the

I write this little post for the one who is known as a difficult child. You’ve been on my mind for days now, and a message has been forming for