I woke up  at 3am , and my mind drifted as I tossed and turned. Five years since the summer of secrets, which began that mid-May when he cam...

I was at a gas station on the way to a weekend with my girls when the text came through. Megan was with me and I hadn’t even remembered the ...

The sun streams in, bright and overwhelming in my front living room.  I’ve sipped countless morning mochas here. The furniture has changed b...

I glance down at my left hand, noticing the familiar feeling of my ring finger encircled once again. I’m not sure when I’ll stop being caugh...

Second basement bed staged for AirBnB  Mitchell packed up his duffel bags and computer tower last night  at midnight , loaded up his golden ...

My house got a facelift! When I was a child our family read missionary biography after Christian hero biography after epic faith stor...

Morning light. I miss having coffee here every morning with my best friend. Today marks one year since he came home from a Christian men’...

The spring sun warms as birds chirp and the hum of a vacuum faintly disturbs the sounds of nature around me. An early lawnmower from a nearb...

I scrounge the fridge for leftovers and manage to compile a tidy treasure of goodies: stuffed dates from the show choir party the night bef...

The afternoon was quiet, the fire in the freestanding brick fireplace crackled, eagles soared out the bank of windows from a living room si...