Faith, Fiction, Friends

My childhood home was a relatively typical post-World War II American suburb of tract houses, the only difference being that it was su...

It’s been a while since I posted a Pleasantly Disturbed Friday, or even had an update on my most favorite of subjects: The Grandsons! ...

From the time I was six or seven until well into high school, my family’s home was where most of my mother’s family gathered for Thank...

The tunnel system underneath our campus at work stretches for about six blocks. It doesn’t follow a straight line; it bends and curves...

I am talking with a friend who is nearly at his wit’s end. “My team at work is grossly under-resourced,” he says. “It’s wiping us out ...

I grew up in the late 1950s and early 1960s in a suburb of New Orleans. I was one of tens of millions of Baby Boomers, that demographic co...