Dear Younger Me: Advice for My 20-Year-Old Self
My diploma was still in an unopened manila envelope on my apartment desk when I stood in front…
My diploma was still in an unopened manila envelope on my apartment desk when I stood in front…
My resources are at God’s disposal. He may sometimes ask me to take a risk to meet those…
If we sit sideways in the oversized leather chair—the one that was already faded and cracked before we…
There’s one kind of woman that still makes me cry. She stretches big bows around pink wrapping paper…
It’s Sunday night, and the only light in our foyer is from the moon, stretching its arm-beams across…
It was a rambling college town that hosted the race that was to be my last for a…
“Look, she’s calling you Mommy!” said a beautifully well-intentioned friend, wanting to celebrate just how quickly we’d become…
My best and brightest moments have been laced with weakness. We met our first two children in Ethiopia…
Three sisters share a bathroom, a closet, hairbrushes and the nightly bedtime recounting of the day. They know…
I had to hear it through a half-dozen other mouths before I realized it’d been in my head…
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