God loves irony. how do i know this? well, it’s not from a particular Bible verse. it’s from my own life. (disclaimer: for my theological
i’m not going to pretend that this parenting thing is easy. that if you do all the right things, everything works out great. because people
hey, parent, i saw that stream of posts about your kid’s accomplishments. yeah, we’re excited too. you’ve got a great kid. we’re big fans. congrats
a few weeks ago, i went with my oldest son to his freshman orientation at a local university. we started out the day in two
i will openly admit that i’m a critical person. it’s ingrained in my fleshly nature. most of the time, there’s really nothing good about this
my kids have been asking me, “who’s your favorite?”one of them even gave me a picture frame with the words “from your favorite son” on
i’ve had my share of neurotic moments in parenting, but i was never one of those parents who felt like my kid was missing out
we parents are an emotional, neurotic mess, aren’t we? sure, some of us are better at hiding it than others, but push the right button
it’s august, and I am officially the father of a senior. a few months ago, when the class of 2014 said their goodbyes, I watched
i saw myself on the screen the other night. i wasn’t on the jumbotron at the baseball game. i wasn’t starring in a home
i have a cynical, sarcastic edge to me. i can easily think of something inappropriate and snarky to say. and i can find the negative