Why I wouldn’t trade the teen years for a good night’s sleep When I was a teenager, my mom said, “Follow your dreams, Son.” So, I went back to bed. We had our children fast. Three in three years. The anaesthetic from the first birth was still working for the third. Before long, we had…

I loved the great hymns we sang in church, but sometimes they confused me. We sang: “round yon virgin mother and child,” and I thought, Who is John Virgin? And why was he so round? A child heard, “Gladly the cross I’d bear,” and wondered why they would name a cross-eyed bear Bradley. Remember the…

Have you, at least once in the past week, told someone, “I’m tired?” One guy said, “I’m so tired that if my life was measured in dog years, I’d be dead.” I don’t even know what that means. One evening when my son was small, I brought home a thick briefcase and sat down at the…