I sat and listened to a friend of mine share a story about the last time his son held his hand. The boy was twelve. The occasion was more than 15 years old at this point and yet my friend Bob remembered every detail. He... Read More

We thought for sure we were done. After all like my friend Zach says, “Only crazy people have four kids.” He should know.  We had gone so far as to tell our foster care agency that we were going to drop our license from 2... Read More