When the Innocent Suffer: Stop the Heartache

“Are you mean?” It’s not a question I’m asked often, so when the little girl with the cynical blue eyes asked, I knew I’d better give a straight answer. “I don’t think so.” “Are you nice? Are you nice to your kids? Do you ever smack their bottoms?” I told her that I try to …

When You Look Into Their Hearts

Come Friday, our nest will be a little emptier. Son Number Three will throw a few boxes and bags into his Jeep and head south, an eight-hour drive to Nashville — the “country music” Nashville. Son Number Two waits for him there, along with freedom, challenges, new friends, a new job and untold new experiences. …

The Blessing

Our youngest stepped across the threshold into manhood a few days ago.  With birthday cheesecake and a small gathering of friends, we heralded his coming of age — 18.  And all this week, I’ve had one thought. Where did the time go? When did he stop spending hours building cities with Legos, racing around the …

Reflecting on Lessons Learned

Lying on a gurney in the radiation room at my Cancer Treatment Center, I count up to 16. “You’re Number 16,” I say to the kind fellow prepping me for my morning CAT scan — Number 16 in a long line of strangers to examine, poke, bandage or photograph this rather personal area of my body.  He …