The very moment John Ray began to speak words of wisdom, and words about forgiveness, I felt the lump in my throat like an unwanted house...

Thirty-five minutes into a sermon that was running a touch too long, it happened — unplanned and unprepared for. I turned to welcome...

September 7, 2016: Yesterday I began a nearly-vertical ascent on my mountain bike toward the famous 401 Trail outside Crested Butte. We...

When I was 12, our family relocated to a rural, small southern community. Previously we were a northeastern family traveling in the...