I missed the sunset tonight. But I saw something just as beautiful.
The afterglow. A sky painted by my favorite Artist in brilliant hues of orange and yellow. I've seen a lot of sunsets. All over the country and the world. But the show isn't over when the sun goes down. The sky is still glowing. Often, magnificently.
"My name is Idiot."
She's only four. But when police in Hot Springs, Arkansas responded to a report of child abuse, that's what she told them. The marks of abuse were all over her body. Bruises everywhere, a black eye, scars on her back.
By Brad Hutchcraft
Comedians know about needing a good delivery. UPS and FedEx have a business that rises or falls with how they nail the delivery. And if it wasn't clear before, the Army now knows firsthand how tricky it can be to land the delivery.
By Brad Hutchcraft
I've been at this for a lot of years. People have all sorts of opinions on the matter. Some love it, some rail against it. Some view it as a regulation, some a privilege. For me, it's always been a part of my life - church.
Almost everyone has a reaction to that word. Church. Joy, frustration, love, hurt, peace, defensiveness. So many emotions are tied to that one word. I'm not writing a lot of words here to defend church or everything various people in various churches have done over the years. And this isn't me writing to tell you why you should go to church.
Nancy Reagan called it "the long goodbye." Her beloved husband's slow slide into the black hole of Alzheimer's Disease.
Now America is saying goodbye to her. And remembering her as a great First Lady. And a wife forever in love with her "Ronnie."
Everywhere I've gone today, the flags are at half-staff. A Supreme Court Justice has died. And that's a big deal.
Nine judges. Who never stand for election. They're on the Court until they die, retire or are impeached.
They hold so many lives in their hands as the final word on the most important, most contentious legal issues of the day. What they decide will long outlive them and the President who appointed them.
This Sunday, Broncos and Panthers will be fighting it out.
And some 100 million Americans will be watching it happen at Super Bowl 50. Something like one out of three Americans.
They'll watch high-rolling, 30-second commercials that cost about 4.5 million dollars each. And gobble an estimated 1.3 billion chicken wings! On the second-largest eating day of the year.
I was expecting a great story in the record-crushing "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" blockbuster.
I wasn't expecting to find a mirror reflecting the lives of so many people I've known.
The news was awful. Then, I heard those three life-saving words that sounded strangely familiar.
A guns-blazing attack on a San Bernardino, California "holiday party." Fourteen dead, 21 wounded.
One of the wounded was Denise Peraza. But for the heroism of coworker Shannon Johnson, she would probably have been one of the fatalities.
"Active shooter in Colorado Springs." When I got the news alert, I turned to a news channel right away. I have friends in that city.
After a violent five-hour siege, the gunman surrendered. And the tragic count of dead and wounded began to become clear. But so did the heroism in the middle of the fear and the violence.
