When you spend as much time in church as families like ours did – which is to say, every moment of every day you weren’t at home or in...

When I was a kid, growing up immersed in Midwestern Fundamentalism, we had to be pretty innovative in seeking out fun. We spent an...

I was invited to join a Facebook group this week, a group that is a place for parents who have lost a child. The invitation was unusual,...

When I was five years old, we lived in a post-war suburban shoebox outside Lexington. I had my own bedroom, prior to the birth of my...

Our shared coronavirus moment is singular in our lifetime: more than 9/11, it will come to define us and the world in which we persist....

Here I sit, alone at home, doing a new job for a new company and dreading each new day. It's not the job or the work - I really enjoy it....

When asked what it is I do, my children never know what to say. "It's something to do with social something, and he does a lot of...

I am well-known as a bookworm, and frequently show off my over-the-top home library, which is 5,000+ volumes strong. This serves as my...

Continuing our tour of my copious insecurities, we now turn to Star Trek. When I confessed recently that I had become a humanist in the...

Today I'm going to overshare about an insecurity that will probably be more relatable than the last few. As I've already said, I had the...

Welcome to Installment Three. For those not up to speed, this post is the latest in a series of self-innoculations against personal...

If you missed the previous installment, you might not know that Uncle Scott is completely isolated - all my kids are distributed across...

I can't go into detail without compromising the privacy of a few others I care about, but let me overshare that the past 8 months have...