This is not who I have become. It is who I was from the beginning. A gay man.
I lost my sister. It’s been nearly a year. My current life mantra is: F*@k October.
I am writing this letter to friends, colleagues, and those like you who have been on this journey […]
Hang on, friend. Because this is not the end.
He was naked and unashamed.
The gifts are all opened. The breakfast casserole and monkey bread have been devoured, and everyone has gone back to bed. Including my wife.
This is for those who are grieving this Christmas. You are not alone.
Three weeks ago, I lost my sister to metastatic breast cancer. A week after her funeral, my dad passed away from dementia.
I’ve heard many different methods for writing a book. The best advice is, of course… Just write it. But […]
I don’t believe in Jesus all the time. You might. This has not been my experience.
Sometimes God uses a sign or wonder to let us know we don’t need a sign or wonder.
We are all the same when it comes to Life. We are all trying to do better.
Amber is a new breed of wordsmith. She hasn’t pounded out a phrase with a literary hammer until it falls into place. Instead, she has knit phrases softly together, or rather, brush-stroked them into existence. They don’t proudly display themselves before us—they dance with grace and humility.
I am BARELY evangelical, hanging by a thread.
It happened to him, the same as it happened to me.