My Father’s Gift
My dad had a penchant for Mustang cars. Not the new ones. The old, classic models. He had a 1966 powder blue Mustang that he lovingly and carefully restored. One summer, home from college, I got to drive it as…
My Mother’s Hands
I look just like my mom. I have her teeth. Big. When I was young, I was always a little self-conscious about just how big my teeth were. But I also have her smile that is genuine and contagious. I…
Living Holy – where faith and life Intersect
