Though I’m not going to write about it in a newsletter, one of the hard realities I currently face walks with a stoop and embodies more grace and faith than ten of me put together. Having moved off the field to help my mom age in place, and despit...

Shuffling in the door from church, my dad set his backpack on the chair and pulled out his calendar. He spread it on the kitchen table and reminded me of his dentist appointment and medicine pickup.