As a child, we had some neighbors – Montaree (we called her Montie) and Mr. Doc. They were retired farmers who had bought a few acres…

The last house we lived in was what is politely called a “fixer-upper”. Before we could move into it, we had to rip out all the…

My friend Ashley was the minister that performed our wedding, and when we were preparing for the ceremony, she asked lots of good, piercing, questions. But…

I am 49 years old. I know, I know, I don’t really believe it myself, but I have checked the sums and they line up. Part…

I write because I want to change things. I want to help make the world better. I want us to hear better stories than the ones…