Of Bees and Boys

My brother Brett and I were polite but rambunctious children who made a game of killing bees and dumping their carcasses into buckets of rainwater.  Having heard that bees, like bulls, stirred at the sight of red, we brandished red plastic ...

Power Made Perfect in Weakness

If we expect others to rely on our fairness and justice we must show that we rely on their fairness and justice. —Calvin Coolidge My wife and I recently vacationed in Florida.  One morning, over a cup of coffee and a doughnut, sitting on th...