The most awkward transition in my life was moving from the nurtured and relatively carefree life of a student to contributing as an independent and productive adult. Looking back, I fondly refer to that period as my “Mr. Magoo years.” If you don’t remember Mr....
My family spent many years in a small church. It wasn’t well recognized. The sermons were fine, but not great. The building served its purpose but was far from spectacular. But we knew (almost) everyone who walked in the doors and had many opportunities to grow...
