Dan Radmacher

3 Strikes to Justify Your Existence

Within seconds of closing the car door, the tears began to flow. My son and I had been walking slowly…

My accountant sat across his desk from me, paging through my variety of tax forms, documents, and receipts that I…

My father, Earl Radmacher, once had occasion to reprimand my brother and myself. My brother and I collected toy soldiers. …

A story is told of a little shepherd boy who was obliged to keep watch over the sheep and so…

As a child, I understood very little of what Easter really meant, beyond what it meant to me. As a…

I found it easy to shout “Hosanna” that day; to speak it, sing it, even shout it with conviction. I…

I have yet to meet anyone who is a big fan of clowns. I think that the wild make-up and…

I froze in my tracks, half-hidden behind the bookshelf, wondering if I had been spotted. I had been wandering through…

The ship rolled and pitched underneath us as we crouched in the dark between decks, clinging to one another, the…

Someone in the room gasped audibly, and we all held our breath, pulses racing, eyes fixated on the television, wondering…