Simple Thoughts From A Complicated Mind, Sort Of . . .

  Many Saturdays, Kim announces to me we need to do a thorough cleaning. I break out in a cold sweat. I get the chills. I secretly and silen...

On December 12, 1993, I flew to Guatemala to pick up our adopted son, William. That sounds much easier than it was. Lots of papers to sign. ...

  Each night, it seems, we hear news reports of a random shooting, someone killed unintentionally by someone wanting to kill someone else. S...

Growing up in Wisconsin, Christmas had snow. Usually, plenty of it. The cold air froze nose hair, and fingers and toes stung. Seldom, if e...