I heard my son’s keys unlock the back door early Friday evening. He’s twenty-four and in parenting years, that means six years old was just yesterday. I hardly ever see him during the day. He’s got things to do, places to go, people to see. You know the drill. He’s grown. I haven’t read him a …
Gandalf, Golf, and Emmanuel
My favorite line in one of those Lord of the Rings movies is where that old, tall guy with the white beard is in that cave thing (clearly, I'm not all that up on all of the details of LOTR, but I do enjoy the movies). The tall guy is running away from the monster, along with his crew of brave and …