"How Do I Know There Is a God?" You know what I love about writing? No one can interrupt me. As a kid, I had so much to say but was always cut off—misunderstood. People thought they’d heard enough… but later wished they’d let me finish. I meant well. I always did.In the early mornings in the woods drinking a hot cup of coffee, a man has tim

The Fool, The Heart, and The Price We PayEverybody plays the fool sometime. There’s a truth in that, as plain as the sun setting in the west. You’ve seen it. I’ve seen it. We’ve all seen it. The fool is not a fool because of ignorance but because of the simple, human act of trusting. Trusting in dreams that fade before our eyes, in hearts t