After my dad died last May, I wrestled with “why” for several months. He was 86 and had lived a long, useful life, so my questions didn’t necessarily have to do with the fact that he had died. They were more about the heartbreaking events that led up to his …

Years ago, when Randy and I were waiting to adopt our older daughter, I wrote a book about infertility. The book’s introduction is titled “My Pile of Stones.” Here’s how it begins:

My mom died in April last year—on Good Friday, to be exact—and my father passed away five weeks later. Twelve months earlier, we never would have predicted any of this. My mom had Alzheimer’s disease and lived in a nursing home not too far from me. My dad lived in …

Easter is going to be different this year. I’m writing this in early March (before Covid-19 effectively shut down much of our lives), and already I sense this. I’ve walked past the billowy dresses in the girls’ clothing department and felt the pang of knowing that my girls who used …

I like my routines. And like everyone else, my routines have been completely disrupted. Here’s a very minor example. The other day, Lilly was running on the treadmill in the basement right when I wanted to do my morning devotions, also in the basement. It would have been sorta hypocritical …