Some reflections on a visit to my hometown in rural Missouri. Read more →

When I lived in the Middle East I shared several iftar meals like this one with friends. Iftar in Arabic literally means, “break the fast...” I don’t just go to learn about their faith; I go to learn about my own.  Read more →

Reflections on a wedding reception that pointed to a heavenly feast someday. Read more →

It's one of several must-do things every time I go back to the town of my childhood. Chillicothe isn't special to everyone, but it sure is special to me. Read more →

My daughter has many other women who mother her, though. They teach her things and instill qualities in her I cannot offer on my own. I willingly share the spotlight with them. Read more →