My seven-month-old nephew Canaan was dying and nobody knew it, including his doctor, who had misdiagnosed his digestive issues.
I was not prepared for the phone call I received on May 26, 1994.
I got my big chance to be a movie star in eighth grade when casting director David Rubin came to Petal, Mississippi, in search of a kid to star in an upcoming Kevin Costner film called "The War.”
The summer of 1999, my friend Dawn Compton and I volunteered to work at a Backyard Bible Club in Hattiesburg, Mississippi.
A few weeks after my first child was born, I told my dad off. At the heart of my complaints was one central failure: Ever since I was a kid, he had failed to show up.
When I was in college I wrote an op-ed for my local newspaper about the kind of woman I wanted to marry.
Last summer, my dad was in crisis.
It was 1988 in Petal, Mississippi, and I was in love. My third-grade student teacher, Ms. Smith, had stolen my heart.
I sat in the Fox News Washington studio last fall and waited to be interviewed on "Fox & Friends" about a heartwarming op-ed I had written for Fox News.
As my wife and I drove away from our wedding reception, I had a totally idiotic thought: I don’t think we’ll ever fight again.
Last autumn, my brother Caleb and I knew our father didn’t have much time left.
Last November, Carrie Underwood was walking her dog, tripped and fell, leaving her with a broken wrist and a gash in her face that required 50 stitches.
When I got married, I was disappointed with the friendship between my wife, Raquel, and me.
I was five years old when I walked into my mother's bedroom and told her I wanted to give my life to Christ.
When my youngest daughter was three, she was a handful.
I sat on a bench in a beautiful cemetery visiting with the woman who would be my wife and tried to ignore my sad, racing heart.
Jennifer Anistons are everywhere, failing at life in some way, and we can't help but talk about it or at least listen to others when they do.
One night during my first year of marriage, my wife and I got into a big argument that I haven't forgotten. It's not the argument that was memorable, though – it's the way it ended.
I recently got into a brief argument with my wife over something totally minor.
It was the crack of dawn and I couldn't stop looking over at the woman a few feet away from me on the beach. I had come to watch the sunrise and she was getting on my nerves.