As the eldest of four brothers, a still-haunting refrain was pounded into my head by my parents throughout my childhood: “Be a good example.” I hated this...
Home Faith
If I ask you to imagine the middle child of the Brady Bunch—Jan—shaking her head and lamenting “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia,” can you picture her knitted forehead...
In my final trimester of pregnancy with our firstborn, I followed all of the Prepare for Baby instructions provided enthusiastically by friends, strangers, and...
One of the finest fruits of this now multiyear global pandemic has been the extended time it allowed me to spend with my three children. By working from home...
What do slides, cashews, grandparents, undies, and the color yellow have in common? Well, besides their contributions to the good life, they’re all regularly...
It’s a refrain that occasionally seeps into church circles—a parish Bible study, a retreat, that sort of thing—when getting to know new people. When...
One of the attorneys where I work is Black and a father of three children; his oldest son is 11. My colleague and his wife take care to limit their children’s...
In the spring of 2016, my family was in the process of dismantling the life we knew. After seven years spent happily in Washington, D.C., we would soon return...
There are plenty of things in this life that I am not known for—two of those being crying and running. Yet there I was on my third lap, tears melting down my...
For my family and so many others, 2020 has been the year of waiting. But even before the rest of the country entered the seemingly endless waiting game of the...
