Even though the only real writing I do these days is for this blog, I still consider myself a writer, and I often wrestle with exactly what a writer’s responsibility is. I mean, it seems sometimes as if writers are supposed to have words prepared for every occasion, whether they are the right words or… Read More


This is my 4-year-old son, Caleb. The table he is sitting on here is one I had already told him twice to get off of today, which doesn’t take into account the 100 or so times I’ve told him on other Sundays not to sit on it. With that in mind, you might wonder why… Read More