The Heavens Dark Matter and the Andy Warhol Swing

Once in my youth, I felt heaven unreachable, sterile, a place of thou shalt not have fun, and my fervor was not equal to the pill-box hatted lady sitting in the pew in front of me blocking my view of a preacher imploring me to get right and ready to go home. Since I didn’t…

Telling Our Stories with Both Hands

Karen and I have twenty-three children ranging in age from fourteen to thirty-three. We aren't on the hook for college education on all of our children since twenty of them are nieces and nephews. But we do feel like they're ours and that they bless us by calling us Uncle Brent and Aunt Karen. Sometimes…

Dancing Around the Costume Chest

Back in the days when my kids believed in Santa and my words had the force and weight to either bless them or crush them, our daughters and son indulged in make-believe, dressing up to become the character of their dreams through the magical powers of the family costume chest. It was magical only in…

The Funniest People I Know: Ralph Rowand

I left home in the stifling heat of August 1977 at the same time Elvis left the building for good. My destination was Searcy, Arkansas and Harding University. I had no inkling that the friends I made in college would affect my thinking, my life, my politics, my spirituality, my love life and my sense…

Mosquito Dancing in the Fire Hall

My wife Karen was born in Trenton, New Jersey and spent most of her childhood in the small town of Tabernacle on the edge of the pine barrens about halfway between Philadelphia and Atlantic City. I first visited her home during our courtship and I remember the drive from the Philly airport with Karen and…

Caddying for the Younger Generation – Part 2

I sat on my hotel bed the night before the opening round and read about notable players including a golfer from Shreveport named Hal Sutton who had already won the Western Amateur that summer. I'm playing with Hal Sutton who would win the PGA in 1983 and was Ryder Cup captain later in his career.…