What I’ve learned eating pie

We decided to get away this past weekend, so we visited our friends, Rick and Belinda, in Fayetteville. We watched the fleeting colors of autumn scatter underfoot as we walked the farmer's market at the old town square looking at beautiful vegetables and contrarian havens of high gluten pastry. Karen grew up in the Garden…

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…