Today marks ten years since I lost my Dad. Not a day has passed where I still don't think about him. Countless times, I needed to call...

Often, my six-year-old son brings me something that he wants me to fix. Not only does he anticipate me dropping whatever I may be doing...

I have discovered at least one 'warrior' in almost every church I have been in. These individuals, often seasoned in their faith, embrace...

One Thursday night in Springfield, Ohio, several years ago, I was picking up some ice cream for the family at the Kroger at the end of my...