My Word of the Week: Count

My Word of the Week: Count

It’s always about this time every year that I grow wholly grateful for life in ways I wish would stick with me through the year. October is my birth month—a birth so many moons ago I begin to lose track. But October also is my death month. At least that’s the story I thought I was living nine years ago.

My Word of the Week: Verge

My Word of the Week: Verge

I’ve been struggling for a few weeks now to get a handle on some rather annoying personality quirks in myself. If I’m honest, I might even call them sins. I jump to conclusions, I become easily offended, I take everything so personally, and I complain when I don’t get my way.

My Word of the Week: Limits

My Word of the Week: Limits

Last week, we took a vacation to Montana to visit my brother and his family. Steve, the boys, and I flew from Indianapolis to Denver, then Denver to Bozeman, where we picked up a rental van for the week. In our short time there, we visited museums and lakes, we saw Old Faithful …