Happy Father’s Day weekend everyone! Oddly enough, in addition to Father’s Day it is also my dad’s birthday this upcoming week, and I would like to honor the man. It takes a lot to be a good dad, and I’ve been lucky enough to have a great one. A while back, I found a list... Continue Reading →
For those who are healthy, it can be difficult to know what to do when friends and loved ones get sick. You really shouldn’t be around them, because then you risk catching the illness. But you still want to do something for them. So, here are some tips for those of you are still healthy (cue my jealousy) and want to help.
We meet a lot of people, but who are the ones that stick in your mind? Do you ever wonder if you’re that memorable stranger for someone?
My grandmother passed away recently (hence no blog post last week). She taught me a great deal, and I would like to share some of her lessons.
I come from a lineage of hard hands, calloused from sharecropping, wood chopping, and moving steel billets into hellish furnaces. But my hands are soft.
After some thinking, I realized why Christmas has such a hold me—it’s the hope that comes with the holiday. Christmas drips with hope, and I know of few things that are more powerful than hope. I’m not talking about the “hope” that politicians (on both sides) bandy about during debates and speeches. Rather, I’m speaking of, well . . . actually, I’m talking about different levels of hope. Let me explain.