I Remember a Fence and a Tricycle, But Not Much Else

Is your childhood home really supposed to be an empty spot in your memory?

When God Speaks Through a Hamster, Maybe You Should Listen

No, it wasn’t a Balaam and his talking donkey kind of moment, but it had just as much impact. It happened ten years ago. My school district had decided they didn’t need four speech therapists serving their seven schools. They would make do with three. Last hired, first fired. They served up my walking papersContinue reading “When God Speaks Through a Hamster, Maybe You Should Listen”