I’m lonely, I thought, not at all sure what the word meant or what to do with the feeling that was gnawing at my innards.

Marcy has cancer — at least that’s what the medical gurus say. It began, most likely, as a small tumor in breast tissue and has expanded to lymph nodes, liver cells and other places identified by scans named after animals. Now her life is all abou...

Cracker was born 38 years ago to a homeless couple. Born on a street, in a corner by the door of an abandoned building. He entered the world with nothing, except bright red hair and brilliant white skin.

Yesterday Herod’s troops murdered my son. “He might be the Fake King,” they said, “so Herod, the Real King, says all pretenders must die. Tough deal.”

This was not my plan for today.

For each of the last 15 years, the King’s Riders of the Washington State Christian Motorcycle Association (CMA) host a special meal in the park for other bikers. Like, for the Bandidos, the Hombres, the Eagles and other Rebels. Christian bikers, l...

Sin is choosing to go my way rather than God’s way.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Yesterday’s mail brought my copy of our new Bank of America Cash Rewards Visa card. Solid metal. With a golden chip that identifies me, my age, my appearance, my passwords, the name of my dog, my mother’s maiden name and what I usually eat for bre...