As Christmas day approaches, I find myself living vicariously through my children.
This past summer, after two years and several failed attempts to sell our house in Kansas City, we put it back on the market.
A couple of weeks ago I went on a men’s four-day silent retreat at Broom Tree Retreat Center in South Dakota
Over the past few weeks I have been reading J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Hobbit” to my sons.
In the summer of 2014, my wife, four young sons and I said good-bye to family, friends, and neighbors as we packed up our house in Kansas City and moved to Omaha, Nebraska
Last spring, on April 25, my wife and I experienced one of the saddest moments of our lives together.
The other day when I came home from work, my wife showed me a letter that my eight-year-old son, Michael, had written
This Advent Season, as I prepare for Christmas, I dedicate this article to my mom and dad.
Nearly six years ago, my wife, two sons, and I were traveling to Denver to celebrate the Holidays with my family.
Recently I took all four of my young sons to a swimming pool by myself.