by: Callie Murray
The affluent area of town, with the columned Southern mansions and the private-schooled children, is called “The Hill” and you are located right at the bottom of it, where “The Hill” levels out and the house… Read more →
Photo by Rebekah Clarke
I’m calling it quits.
It’s not you, it’s me.
No, really. Don’t take this the wrong way, but my life is taking a different path and I feel like it’s time we parted ways. It’s for… Read more →
by: Christen Vermeulen
I love camping. It’s where I find peace, struggle, challenge, joy, and beauty in this world. It’s where all the daily pressures, technology alerts, buzzes, and texts melt away.
And I love it most with my… Read more →
The young husband, father, Noble Peace Prize recipient, and Bible-preaching pastor changed history with his story of love.
I always tell my kids, “It’s okay to stand alone for the right thing.”
He did that. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.… Read more →
by: Anne Garboczi Evans
I’m about as Pennsylvania Dutch as they come, blonde hair, blue eyes, ancestral roots back to the Mayflower. So when it comes to women in head-coverings, I’ve always been the observer, not the observed. But that… Read more →
by: Denisse Warshak
“Let’s go for a run.”
Oh, those words sounded horrible. Why would I want to go for a run? It’s a Saturday morning, I’ve got my coffee in hand, and my cozy pajama pants still on.… Read more →
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I’d be lying… Read more →
I’m the mom behind you in the school pickup line, I’m the neighbor who brings you homemade cookies on occasion. I’m the woman you sat next to in church last Sunday. I’m the person you worked with on… Read more →
It was the stereotypical, last minute, “flight of the bumblebee.” A group of ladies were coming to my house for the first time. Grumbling, I picked up the shoes that I had asked my daughter to take to her room… Read more →
Tidy spaces, organized papers, no clutter anywhere; a list maker who is never late and notices the tiniest details.
Yeah…that’s not me. That’s my husband.
Me? I’m a forgetful, haphazard, pile-maker with no concern for minute details. I like… Read more →