Just before dawn, somewhere between one church and the next, my feet were desperately sore, all of the muscles in my legs were aching and my mind had finally gone quiet.

I walked into my father’s office. I watched as he packed up 40 years of work in cardboard boxes. I was worried for him. He was riding out his last months before his official retirement in May […]

Nearly every culture preceding modern American culture had intentional rites of passage moments whereby boys were initiated into manhood…

I once read about a father, Paul Wallich, who built a camera- mounted drone helicopter to follow his young son to the bus stop…

As I stood in church and listened to the words of that popular worship song, I tried not to roll my eyes.

Having lived through the Great Depression, fought battles in a world war, and cheated death on numerous occasions, could a simple game of whiffle ball…

We were in the final days of our pregnancy awaiting the arrival of our first son. I am the last male descendant carrying our family name, so after having three beautiful daughters…