When Our Heroes Are Mortal
January 27, 2020
Kobe Bryant was… Those words don’t feel right placed together yet. That’s the first thing that you feel in moments like these: the not-rightness of it all, the sting of
Kobe Bryant was… Those words don’t feel right placed together yet. That’s the first thing that you feel in moments like these: the not-rightness of it all, the sting of
Today our daughter came home from school and told us about a classmate who wore a shirt from her church that said: God Adores You One of the students noticed
Welcome to another day. You probably didn’t give much thought to the fact that you’re here, that you woke up. You likely haven’t stopped to breathe in deeply and slowly,
Dear Dr. King, I wish I’d have written this sooner. Indeed I should have but doing so was simply not possible, as it’s taken me this long to realize that
Kobe Bryant was… Those words don’t feel right placed together yet. That’s the first thing that you feel in moments like these: the not-rightness of it all, the sting of
Today our daughter came home from school and told us about a classmate who wore a shirt from her church that said: God Adores You One of the students noticed
Welcome to another day. You probably didn’t give much thought to the fact that you’re here, that you woke up. You likely haven’t stopped to breathe in deeply and slowly,
Dear Dr. King, I wish I’d have written this sooner. Indeed I should have but doing so was simply not possible, as it’s taken me this long to realize that