Apr
12
2022
Dad and I loved to read. I am currently reading Graham Greene's book, The Ministry of Fear. Greene was a masterful writer and author of one of our favorite books, called The Power and the Glory. This book detailed...
Apr
11
2022
Come celebrate the life of Fred Crowell founder of NBC Camps. All are welcome at Real Life Church auditorium in Post Falls. Reception directly after followed by 30min worship and solo concert. All are welcome please RSVP.
SUNDAY, MAY...
Apr
08
2022
I miss Dad’s amazing advice. He often had remarkable wisdom. He told me creativity is powerful work. The work, each one of us, are called to do for our lives is a gift and a calling. I asked him...
Apr
07
2022
Dad thought outside the box as a basketball coach and had insightful ways to keep students engaged. He believed deeply in the idea of love as the centerpiece of learning and, as a coach and educator, worked to find...
Apr
06
2022
Dad and I struggled with thin skin at times. We love people and want to be loved. Dad often encouraged me to have tough skin with a soft heart. I wrote down his advice. He told me don’t assume...
Apr
05
2022
Dad and I loved Francis of Assisi. He is one of my favorite people. One of the quotes I love is, “Start by doing what is necessary; then do what’s possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.” I...
Apr
04
2022
I love to ask why. I spoke to Dad in person or on the phone every day, and my favorite thing was to ask him his opinion on the inner machinations of marriages, teams, and people. Why did this...
Apr
01
2022
When I was in high school, my Dad began to play April Fool’s jokes which were never quite funny to anyone but him. We tried to say that hiding someone’s wallet or pouring cold water on them didn’t count...
Mar
31
2022
As I plan for Dad’s Celebration of Life, the person helping me organize the décor told me that because the stage is large, she imagined we could make it like a garden and asked if my Dad liked gardens....
Mar
30
2022
One day, I was wiping down the bathroom sink. Focused and intensely absorbed in my work, I didn’t hear my oldest daughter Natalya come into the room. She came up behind me and hugged me. Her hand rested on...
