My ‘Undercover Boss’ moment on Mercer Island.
It happened a hundred years ago. A relay-race of sled dog teams saved the lives of countless people in Nome,…
As someone who raised three daughters in Illinois, my childhood appreciation of Lincoln only grew by increased exposure to the one I consider our greatest president.
When I first met Tommy, he and his wife, LaNelle, had just moved to Covenant Living at the Shores.
Dr. King, like I, grew up as a preacher’s kid.
Over the holidays, I decided to go visit an elderly woman I deeply admired.
Occasionally, on Facebook, I’ll post something I call a “thrift store find of the week.”
A father’s influence in a child’s life is inestimable.
It happened on a Blue Friday.
This coming Sunday afternoon (Dec. 8), my artist friend Craig Thorpe and I will be signing copies of “Faith Matters: The Ebb and Flow of Unstoppable Hope” at Island Books from 1 to 3 p.m.
I love Thanksgiving hymns.
A few years ago, I stopped at Chief Sealth’s grave near the Agate Pass Bridge in Kitsap County.
I am reminded of the words of a first century carpenter-turned-rabbi who said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.”