By Steve Brawner, © 2024 by Steve Brawner Communications, Inc.

My side of the family gathered in Wynne for our Christmas celebration Dec. 23. It was a wonderful time of gift exchanging, Papaw’s grilled steaks and Grandma’s cakes and pies. Five years ago, my wife, Melissa, and I had to skip it.

That was the year she was big and pregnant with our daughter, Hope, originally due around Christmas and ultimately greeting the world on January 10, 2020. We couldn’t risk traveling that Christmas, so we sent our older daughters, Mattie, then 18, and Abigail, then 15.

Hope was an unexpected blessing at an unexpected time. I was 50, and Melissa was 44. Our new daughter came into the world only a couple of weeks after my college roommate became a grandfather. In fact, many of my high school and college classmates have reached that stage. A few people who have seen Hope and me in public have commented about my “granddaughter” before I joyfully set them straight. It’s a great ice-breaker when I tell people that my daughters are 23, 20 and … four. I like adding that little pause. Continue reading When Hope wriggles in →

By Steve Brawner, © 2024 by Steve Brawner Communications, Inc.

Christie Erwin did not know when she sat down in a rocking chair in January 1993 that her life was about to change, and that she would help reduce the number of foster children in Arkansas waiting to be adopted from 700 to 200. 

But she has, and that’s why she’s this columnist’s Arkansan of the year for 2024.

Erwin is the founder and executive director of Project Zero (www.theprojectzero.org). This year alone, that organization had helped connect 125 foster children with adoptive families as of November. Foster children are those the state removes from their homes because of neglect, abuse and/or unsafe conditions.

Project Zero, which she started in 2011, does this through an online Heart Gallery featuring photos and powerful videos that tell the kids’ stories, and through events like the Candyland Christmas December 7.

The latter brought 143 waiting kids and 48 prospective families to Little Rock’s Fellowship Bible Church for food, fun, gifts from 250 people, and, most importantly, a chance to connect. Last year’s event resulted in 17 adoptions. Continue reading Arkansan of the year brings families together →

By Steve Brawner

Christmas gatherings at my parents’ house are not to be missed between the gifts, the fellowship and mom’s desserts. Four years ago, three of us missed it.

Those would be my then-50-year-old self, my then-44-year-old wife, and my daughter, Hope, soon to be born. 

Melissa was due to give birth any day, and we couldn’t chance going into labor on the interstate. We three stayed home while our other daughters, Mattie and Abigail, went without us. They were 18 and 15.

I’ve shared Hope’s birth story before in this space, so here’s the abbreviated version. We spent the first part of 2019 as foster parents taking care of two sisters under two years old. We also sometimes took care of their under-three-year-old sister. We loved those girls, but the baby especially stole our hearts. She started crawling on our floor. 

Maybe those little ones put Melissa into a motherly way. She unexpectedly got pregnant, shocking us all. We named the baby Haven. 

The next few months were a whirlwind. We had a miscarriage. The foster children returned to their birth parents but soon would be permanently removed. They ended up in new homes – the two oldest in one, the baby in another nearby. Melissa unexpectedly got pregnant again, which we greeted with resignation believing another miscarriage would surely follow. In fact, she thought one was happening. But there was a heartbeat at the doctor’s office.

Which brings us to Jan. 10, 2020, when we welcomed Hope into the world.  Continue reading Christmas with hope – and Hope →

By Steve Brawner

© 2023 by Steve Brawner Communications, Inc.

Americans don’t do a good job of celebrating their holidays, including the one happening today.

Christmas has become less about remembering Christ’s birth and more about buying and busyness. Memorial Day is less about honoring the fallen and more about backyard barbecues. Thanksgiving’s purpose is included in its name. We instead often call it “Turkey Day” because of what we might eat.

In all of these holidays, we often become so focused on activities and consumption that we neglect to reflect on what we’re actually celebrating.

Now comes Independence Day, which like Thanksgiving is popularly called another name, the Fourth of July, that obscures the holiday’s purpose. A first-time visitor probably would think Americans shoot fireworks this time of year for some vague patriotic reason. Continue reading Happy Independence Day to those fighting for theirs →