Most nights, my wife or I sing a short hymn to our son as we put him down to sleep. A couple gave my wife the idea, and we have loved implementing it.
As February came to a close, there was a far-reaching event that few noticed. It wasn’t the Oscars, or even the President’s first address to Congress.
I remember being at my grandmother’s house when I was eight or nine years old. I was sitting on a bar stool next to my grandfather and eating breakfast—our morning routine after I stayed the night.
Some of us can’t wait until the holiday season gets here. Others, if we’re honest, can’t wait until it’s over.
A few years ago, I was working in the creative office of my alma mater. I heard our creative director say something that struck me.
Presidential candidates have not always campaigned for the nation’s highest office.