An Open Letter to My Father for Thanksgiving

Holidays are intended to be joyful–a time of peace, reflection, and above all, savoring relationships. However, far too often, and after years of less than stellar experiences, we approach the holidays with an underlying tension, bracing for the worst, and...

Memories Imperishable

My cousin recently sent me a text: The Grandparents’ house is gone! He included a picture of a vacant lot where their house used to be. They passed away years ago, and now the home of our most cherished childhood memories was also gone—the home where we were showered...

The Late Great Country USA

No country is lastingly great apart from the will of God. Once, and for a good while, our country was great. For a time it stood upon the durable principles that our Founding Fathers spelled out in the Constitution. They were meant to be durable anyway. They were the...