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This spring marks the first in many years where I haven’t graced a single track meet. Our eldest son’s journey through middle...

Let there be light. With these first words, God’s very breath illuminated the deep darkness of formless and empty space. Can you even...

There is a creepy limo parked on our street across from our house. And by creepy, I mean it is rusty with a bungeed trunk and if you walk...