The present is razor-thin; it’s always tumbling into the past before we enjoy it. My parents passed away not long ago....
Football Is Reality TV+
I had at least three Air Jordan posters on my bedroom wall and close to 70 of his cards arranged...
Mom Sent Me Away So I’d Come Home+
Let me tell you some stories about my mom. She was a creative persuader. When I was a surly teenager...
Singled Out in Church+
I love the church. I love that I grew up in the church. Because I love the people who cared...
Does Grief Have an Expiration Date?+
“I wish I was there. We would cry and probably cuss.” The words came from a close friend the day...
Turning the Other Cheek, Part 2: Admitting It+
In Part 1, we discussed how every one of us has been “emotionally slapped” or treated cruelly by someone. How...
Hands Off My Red Handle+
I was 12, maybe 13 years old. It was winter, and my cousins and I had spent the morning sledding....
Crying Shame+
I’d wondered when it would come up, when someone from church—an elder, a deacon, a pastor, my boss— would mention...
Ordinary Old Love+
I was at the mall recently, killing time between appointments. My plan was to window-shop and people-watch. I sat outside...
Jesus Doesn’t Want You to Have Childlike Faith+
Editor’s note: See the end of this post, reprinted from the Sturdy Answers archives, for an invitation to learn how...
Time Trials of a Work-at-Home Mom+
The Olympics have brought intense competition, heartfelt emotion, and really good ads. Like my favorite commercial about Olympian Noelle Pikus-Pace, who won...
Ordinary Old Love+
I was at the mall recently, killing time between appointments. My plan was to window-shop and people-watch. I sat outside...
Hands Off My Red Handle+
I was 12, maybe 13 years old. It was winter, and my cousins and I had spent the morning sledding....
Football Is Reality TV+
I had at least three Air Jordan posters on my bedroom wall and close to 70 of his cards arranged...