Twelve years ago, when my mom still drove, and my son was still shorter than me, I talked my mom into driving the hundred miles down I55 to watch her eight-year-old grandson play soccer on his birthday weekend. I suppose it was the combination of…
Meditations from Dr. Tom Wagner
Twelve years ago, when my mom still drove, and my son was still shorter than me, I talked my mom into driving the hundred miles down I55 to watch her eight-year-old grandson play soccer on his birthday weekend. I suppose it was the combination of…