It was a broken community. My mother and I lived with my grandparents in Denver for a while when I was young. Life on the block included many broken homes. Alcohol, physical, substance and even child abuse existed in more than one of the houses on our block. Alcoholism seemed
When I was 8 years old, I had a yellow t-shirt with a picture of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial ironed on the front. I was proud of it until the day I wished I had never worn it at all. For a kid on my block, the ultimate dare was to knock on a certain
Many people out there believe John Elway is a Christian, and it’s quite possible that he is. I’m not personally sure, but this post is about something bigger: even if he is, hall-of-fame heroes make imperfect saviors. It’s about what happens when we build our identity on people and performances
The Little Lady’s hand used to terrify me. When I was a boy, one of the older neighborhood kids liked to scare me with a broken-off Barbie doll arm. He would stretch the tiny, plastic arm toward me, promise me the “Little Lady’s hand was going to get me”, and
I used to get paid to worry. When I developed software several years ago, it was my responsibility to figure out what could go wrong with a program and code to make it bulletproof. It didn’t always go as planned. I would think a program was ready-for-prime-time only to find
