The other day Ana and I went out for a few hours. When we came back, we parked the car, entered through the downstairs garage door, came up to the first floor and into the living room. Where we saw our intrepid dog Ben, standing on the back of the living room couch,...
“We have not had success with parables, and have moved away from the food area.” As I mentioned a few posts ago, I have a manuscript right now in the hands of twenty publishers. Make that in the hands of eleven publishers, because nine have now said “No,” the ninth...
Yesterday was the Fourth of July, the day we in the United States have celebrated for the past 240 years as a day of independence and freedom. Yet as much as I cherish freedom (and I do), I have come to think of the Fourth as Forgiveness Day — because it always makes...
