Onward Into the Night

I just had to send an embarrassing email. I’m speaking at a camp this weekend, and it is a return engagement for me—meaning I spoke at the very same camp (in the very SAME place!) last year.

I am also a man. Despite my wispy frame, this statement holds true. And with my burly—yes, burly—disposition comes an unrelenting hatred for seeking any sort of navigational help. I would drive around aimlessly, reassuring my wife that I know where we are, until the car sputtered to the side of the road, o...