It was the smell of the dirt. I dug my hands into the red clay that now covered my dad’s grave and forced myself to breathe. The aroma...

The only sound in the room was the steady beeping from the intimidatingly large machine looming over my nine-year-old daughter...

In my life, there are many ebenezers. No I’m not referring to Ebenezer Scrooge (though I do have my share of bah humbug days). What I am...

The Advent season is here, with all its carols and newly published devotional books. There is that usual bustle and stirring in the air,...