The Day I Saved My Father’s Life

The phone rang. There wasn’t even a hello when I answered. Instead I heard, “You need to do something before I hurt your father.” (Paraphrased so as not to convict the guilty.) Thankfully, my father was in jail already, but not wanting my mother to join him there, I...

Heart of Worship

Tonight, I took the kiddos out for a special treat: Chinese food. We met Grandma at the restaurant and enjoyed a nice evening. #1 even ate frog legs for dinner. On the ride home, #2 asked for me to turn on the radio. For some people, radio music is a constant in the...

Got Something to Say?

With the help of Mr. Agent Man, I’ve convinced my dad to start a blog. He thinks he has nothing of value to say. “It’s like literary refrigerator drawings. You know, you hang them on your fridge and only mom or grandma and grandpa think they’re...

I Don’t Wanna!

I don’t wanna! I REALLY don’t. I mean, more than anything, I’d love to give up this job. Wanna know what it is? …Writing this next book. I know; it’s weird. I should want to write it, right? I have an idea. Things are starting to stir in...

Tenderheart and other Care Bears

A little while ago I wrote about my son getting braces. He was nervous, and to make him feel better, I wrote him a story about a kid whose braces saved the day. He thought it was funny. Then I posted about losing the baseball championship. Both of these things were...

Learning to be a Loser

That title caught your attention, didn’t it? This subject has been on my mind for about a week now. My son’s little league baseball team made it to the championship game. They had a slow start to the beginning of the season. A few losses, many games...