- Making good choices and finding safe passage to healing and renewal.
My son fidgeted, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets as he kicked at the dirt in the driveway. He spoke so softly that I had to strain to hear his quiet reply.
I don’t like bullies. I’ve had a few run-ins with them as a child/teenager and I didn’t enjoy the experience.
- In this present age of "distracted and in-between," where do we find meaning and purpose?
Holding my Breath
My grown up responsibilities include, but are not limited to, scrubbing my bathtub regularly (regularly is relative), ensuring that all the food in the refrigerator remains fresh (‘cause it’s not cute...
What's in a Name?
I finally heard the words that I had been waiting to hear for 6 years. As I walked across the stage, everything melted away and I focused on my one goal, not falling.