Dear Son, You’re One of the Good Guys

Dear Son, You’re One of the Good Guys

An open letter to my oldest on his 15th birthday. You turn fifteen today in the near middle of this wild and crazy year,  and there’s this thing I have been meaning to tell you about who you are. I have let fear keep me from saying it because well, you’re only...
The Grace of Planting in the Dark

The Grace of Planting in the Dark

My husband came back from an early morning trip to the store for ground meat to form into patties and be devoured within minutes by our crew. We had hamburger buns, but no hamburgers. The care and feeding of boys seems like a puzzle these days—a riddle that keeps...