All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        Sitting on porch, I’m “peopled out.”  It’s been a good day.  I’m tired—but not yet ready for sleep.  I tried to relax—watch a little football—but I’m learning (and accepting) that I am old and really don’t care all that much for new and the way things change.  I used to be able to watch college football […]

               “Dad, can I wash this shirt to wear tomorrow?” Owen asked me last night after getting home late from Audrey’s game.                It’s just one shirt, and my inclination is “no,” but I’m learning better not to judge and respond on impulse but to listen and pay attention to better discern and understand the […]