Recent Writing
Her Fault
I left town earlier this week to attend a writer’s conference in North Carolina. When I called home to catch up on the day’s events in Knoxville, my wife shared a telling story from daycare. Our daughter had recently graduated into the next age group at school, leaving behind some of her friends. On this particular day one of her former partners in crime had graduated to the new class – a reunion accompanied by
Understanding Easter
I didn’t get Easter for a long time. Sure, I spent plenty of Easter mornings at the church as a kid and even went once to the Sunrise Service over my parents' sleep-deprived wishes. The Youth Director told me she needed me there and when she said you needed to be somewhere, it really wasn't a request. But I don’t think I ever really got it until seminary. It wasn’t because I had learned some new
Our Kind Of Story
I found myself talking with someone last week about stories, good stories, the kind we want to tell, and more importantly, the kind we want to live. That’s the thing about stories – all of us have one, all of us are part of one, and stories, whether we like it or not, actually run our lives. Today, we return again to the most intense part of the story we tell and try to live
