The Legacy I Hope to Leave My Kids

When my son was eight years old, he participated in a poetry reading at his school. Friends and family came to support these budding writers and dramatic readers, and just like all the proud parents, I couldn’t wait…

Grace for My Stoned Teenager

Teaching the concept of grace to students is easy. The stories of forgiveness in the face of wrongdoing are the kind of stories that have kids riveted and hanging on your every word. Practicing grace is too often…

A Nighttime Blessing of Gospel Love

I sat outside my son’s room weeping. He just wouldn’t go to sleep. Tantrum followed wail followed discipline like cackles follow hyenas following prey. He wouldn’t listen. 10, 11, 12 times he wouldn’t listen. 13, 14, 15, times…