“You stink, Bud.”

a retelling from October, 2010As I walked downstairs one Saturday morning, I saw Cade sitting at the breakfast bar. I told him that before he got busy playing, he needed to take a bath. As always, he tried to beg his way out of it, but I shook my head. “You stink,...

Is Your Wardrobe Filled with Dignity?

Yesterday at Costco, my friend Holly called down the snack aisle, “Hey, Shannon!” I had secretly slid around two corners without her noticing, back when I spotted her in produce. But now, turning toward her sheepishly, I told her, “I said goodbye to all my pride when...

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