“My friend wishes I had text.”

We were eating birthday cake. I’m sure my daughter felt like it was a relatively good time to launch an attack. I mean, I was smiling, eating sugar, chatting with family. So she went for it. “My friend wishes I had text.” “Okay….” I...

Cathletic

Cole told me that his new friend from third grade was ‘cathletic’.  I said, “Oh.  Can you remind me what ‘cathletic’ means?”  He said, “You know, they do that thing where they draw a cross on themselves.”  Ahhhh.  Yes,...

The Good Pastor On Skis

A re-post… one of my favorite stories from middle school.When I was in middle school, my youth group went skiing.  Pastor Austin, who loved all things fast, was our slope mentor, darting from one new skier to another.  If you happened to be lying on your back...

The Blue Cup or the Green Cup

I used to say of my son Cole, when he was a toddler: “Whatever Cole wants—whether it be the blue cup or the green cup, the grape or the strawberry, the matchbox car or the motorcycle—whatever it is that he wants, he wants it with all of his heart!” In the blink of an...

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