(An unedited essay by James Henderson III, as a fifth-grade student) “Oh my gosh!” my mom screamed in the car as my brother, Robert,...

When our kids were young, I loved when they would bring home individual art projects from school each week or at the end of each year,...

Loving well is something I strive to do every day, but probably only achieve on some days. I think we all want to be seen as people who...

(Journal entry 1/20/2015) So I stay up late through the night Doing dishes in the dark So I can hear him breathing Not sure who to fight...

There are things you can’t keep, so I’m told. Things that are beautiful, precious — that we want to keep close. However, our authentic...

I looked over at Robert’s desk one afternoon when he was around 13 years old, after his teacher called me back to his bedroom at the end...

(Trigger warning for photo below) Journal entry 1/23/15 So where did God go when Robert was admitted to BAMC tonight? All alone as he...