Granpa

Granpa

He was 40 years old or so when I was born, so I had the unique experience of a young “in his prime” kind of grandfather.  I was spoiled rotten with his attention. Those who knew my Granpa would agree, Shelly was a part of what’s called a “dying breed” of man....
Meekness Served Hot

Meekness Served Hot

If you’ve read any of my recent articles, you’ve probably seen that my personal path to sainthood is directly tied to my three-year-old. To no surprise, the boy continues to sanctify me. The other day, my wife brought home sausages from a local farm. These were...