My heart was profoundly moved when I met Jim at a men's retreat not long ago. He had a ready smile and seemed about my age. He was never without his baseball cap for a reason I found out later. During the course of the retreat I had several conversations with Jim. He...
As a kid, I grew up in Southern California. One of the things I looked forward to was taking a trip to my grandparent’s cabin located in the San Bernardino Mountains about three hours outside of Los Angeles. One trip in particular is seared in my memory. I was sitting...
Instead of Mount McKinley or Mount Kilimanjaro, the mountains of midlife could be named Mount Regrets, Mount Marriage, Mount Finance, and Mount Health among others. These loom before us, threatening to block our path. Each represents a unique challenge that confronts...