Waiting For Rain
It’s dry in the desert. That’s why they call it a desert. On a good year, the Phoenix valley receives only 7″ of rain. This hasn’t been a good year.…
It’s dry in the desert. That’s why they call it a desert. On a good year, the Phoenix valley receives only 7″ of rain. This hasn’t been a good year.…
In my part-time job at America West Arena (recently renamed US Airways Center after yet another corporate merger) I’ve had opportunity to observe the myriad of pre-event preparations in the…
Spring 1998. A 2:30 Friday afternoon flight from Phoenix to Los Angeles, the flight taken by many business people trying to get home for the weekend. I’m headed to California…
Most people have likely never heard of my college alma mater, a small Christian liberal arts school in Orange City, Iowa. But since Deb Remmerde went on the CBS Morning…
Years ago my friend Glen, a cowboy who’d rather be horseback riding and team roping than doing anything else, summarized the inherent problem of not taking life one day at…
“Daddy, can we make a pile of leaves and jump in them?” Annie and Emma are helping me clean up the backyard. After a week of low overnight temperatures my…
Part of relocating to a different part of the country is finding a new church to attend. When I moved to the Phoenix valley in 1993 I visited quite a…
It’s a question that’s been posed to most of us at one time or another. “If your house was on fire, besides your family, what would you grab?” This past…
You heard the phrase more than once during the Christmas season. “Let’s wait till after the first of the year.” You may have heard it from me. I said it…