Crazy About Them (Poop-a-geddon)

A story called “Harold” seemed to define the first several years of my ministry.  This story is taking its place as my favorite.  Less gritty, more grace.  I must be getting older.  This one is in my new book “Re:member.”   Crazy About Them (Fairview Heights, Illinois circa 2013)   Fridays are normally a dayContinue reading “Crazy About Them (Poop-a-geddon)”

The Gifted One (For Grandparents)

Here is an excerpt from the new book “Re:member.”  And you thought YOUR grandchild was gifted?!? The Gifted One (Fairview Heights, Illinois circa 2013) There are few things I enjoy more than hanging out with my son Zec.  Zec and I have played about 75 softball games together each year for 10 years and IContinue reading “The Gifted One (For Grandparents)”

Re:member Final Excerpt Before Release

Here is my final excerpt before we release Re:member.  It should be available on line by Thanksgiving and I will be signing on Saturday, December 7 at 3:00 at the Grand Re-Opening of the Christ Church Bookstore at 339 Frank Scott Parkway, Fairview Heights, Illinois.   Crazy About Them (Fairview Heights, Illinois circa 2013)  FridaysContinue reading “Re:member Final Excerpt Before Release”

I Love You Enough for Both of Us

  Experpt from “Exactly as I Remember It” Maddox (Fairview Heights, Illinois, circa 2011) One Sunday evening after I wrapped up 6:00 church, I was headed to the car to scare up a late supper.  Melissa was already waiting on me, but I noticed that my daughter Lydia and her family were still in theContinue reading “I Love You Enough for Both of Us”

“Don’t Talk to Me Until You Brush Out Your Coffee Breath” (By Lydia)

I only write well when I’m uninspired- that’s what inspires me. It’s the pure feeling of crap that usually gets me writing so here we go. Not like anyone cares but here’s what has me writing this week (don’t worry- to all my readers that think I’m somewhere between brilliant and obnoxious, this is notContinue reading ““Don’t Talk to Me Until You Brush Out Your Coffee Breath” (By Lydia)”

Reflections at Fifty One…

“I am fifty-one.  I am no longer middle aged.  I can think of no one in my family who has lived to 102.  I am somewhere in the third quarter… (I hope).” Almost every morning I walk at least one mile.  It is sometimes two miles but most often somewhere in between.  I walk inContinue reading “Reflections at Fifty One…”