My faith has taken some hits lately, and for good reason.

At times we seem more concerned with the life of an unborn child than with the child born of a mother’s decision to choose life.

We don’t want our teachers teaching our children about safe-sex or evolution, but we want these same teachers to pray with our kids.

We can become obsessed over how two consenting adults decide to make their lives together but would rather not discuss, let alone campaign against,…

First off, let me just say I didn’t do it. Well, I didn’t do what they say I did. I was doing something else, when it looked like I was doing what they said I did.

For the sake of argument, I may, or may not, have been involved with the display of a certain digit with two of my friends during my kindergarten class.

Despite what the adults are saying, I do know what that means. Everyone knows. It’s when you call someone the s-word with your hand…you know that word that…

She called me late the other night. It had been a while since we'd talked, seeing each other just once since we were in a wedding together in June.

She lives 30 minutes from me.

But life, jobs, family and commitments pull us in all directions. And rarely do those directions cross paths with one another.

Ironically, I had been toying with a post about her and our friendship after I found a book last week that she made me for my 21st birthday, filled with random memories…

I really hate changing hairstylists. 

While some of it is for the obvious reason of letting someone new take a chance with my locks, the main reason is because I have an embarrassing secret, one I can’t hide from my hairdresser.  

And once I divulge my secret, I usually stick around for a while, even if it means driving an hour out of my way to get my hair cut and styled.

When I was a kid, I thought I was the only weird person in the world with my strange habit, but that…