Other societies embrace the inevitability of death (and are less angst-ridden for it) while ours glorifies youth and hides our old people where we can...
At one point in our lives, we had five kids and the oldest was six. Two or three were in diapers. I had to travel. Things would get chaotic ...
People are a lot like dogs. You always think about that in terms of dogs and their masters – the saggy jowled guy who looks like Winston Churchill o...
One of our four daughters interrupted our fitful sleep last night to ask for prayer. I don't know what you guys out there who don't put much stock in ...
My beautiful wife Karen says, “My whole life is a romance. But not everybody has that. You used to like Valentine’s Day until I helped you see all...
My blog about jousting with my daughter's suitors prompted some valid concern by readers. "Are you being over-protective?" they ask. It's appropriat...
Abortion as a national discussion is too often abstract and polemical. Yesterday a life was saved in Los Angeles – that is real. When my coworker Ma...
I didn’t mention in yesterday’s blog that Mark’s relatives who were having the abortion weren’t Christians. Kevin Rubottom wrote a blog commen...
One danger in writing these daily blogs is that it is easy to take pot shots at people. But how do you do that if you realize that you're pretty messe...
Karen and I watched "Born Into Brothels" last night, a documentary about the children of Indian prostitutes. The 60 million prostitutes in India have ...
