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 ...
The natural state of things is to move toward chaos. That's entropy. Periodically in our house, my grip on the order of things begins to slip. Take th...
On a scale of 1 to 10, when asked, "How do you feel about yourself?" People answered an average of 2.7! What is really sad in this hectic non-affirmin...
Yesterday I went to an exhibition of America's most prominent living painter, Andrew Wyeth. He has spent much of his life in Maine and his paintings r...
Nanny McPhee is a cute little movie – a parable about parenting that those of you who have children should use as a discussion-starter with them. I ...
Few things make me more uncomfortable than crying in front of other people. In private, especially in the dark, I'm OK. But I find it embarrassing in ...
“All men die, but how many truly live?” William Wallace asked in Braveheart. The paradox is that to live well, we must make our peace with death....
