It is May, again. We find ourselves on the porch saying goodbye, again. Their suitcases and duffle bags...
It is May, again. We find ourselves on the porch saying goodbye, again. Their suitcases and duffle bags...
Two-year-old Hilary loved being with her daddy, especially if it meant getting out of the house. One day, when...
Three months! That is all it took. Three months on the field, away from every regular source of spiritual...
As we haul bags into a stuffy taxi to make our way to the airport, he leans over toward...
