I usually love writing these quarterly posts, but I had to work a little harder on this one. It’s not that I haven’t learned anything lately. It’s more a matter of life coming at me so fast from so many directions that I’m still processing most of it. I’m a …

From an editorial standpoint, overusing words is an obvious no-no. There are times when repetition works well for dramatic effect, of course, but it’s usually better to eliminate words or phrases that appear more than once or twice in a paragraph. That said, I’m glad the Apostle Paul wasn’t fixated …

In waiting rooms and living rooms, bedrooms and examination rooms. In the garden, the shower, the pickup line, the checkout line. Love prays. Through windshield time, nap time, crunch time, white-knuckle time. Love prays. On vacation days, sick days, project bid days. On beautiful days, hard days, tired days, Love prays. …

It’s a story that lives on in Flowers family lore. Molly was little—still young enough to sleep in a crib and take afternoon naps. Our sweet girl usually woke up from her siestas quietly. She’s always been resourceful and imaginative, so there’s really no telling what all she did when …

It was bound to happen sooner or later. My string of sickness-free years had to come to a close eventually. But who knew it would end with three different bugs in the space of a single month? Not me, that’s for sure.