“Throw that one back. He’s not a keeper.” Memories of fishing with my dad linger in my mind. A girly pre-teen, I refused to bait the hook with worms. Real ones. Rubber worms I could
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Let’s Paint the Town Red for Christmas and the New Year
Joy marked the occasion. So we painted the town red. Born the first day of December, I enjoy celebrating my birthday in the same month as Christmas. Last year, my special day proved fun-filled and
Read moreHow to Know if Your Gobble is Ungrateful
Gobble till you wobble. The fun slogan graces greeting cards and makes fashion statements for the Thanksgiving season. But do we stop and consider what we’re gobbling up? Besides the sound a male turkey makes, gobble also
Read moreIs There a Volume Button for the World?
Is there a volume button for the world? I wear a title in my family. Noise manager. I frequently send out memos to my people requesting they make adjustments to the loudness. Turn the TV
Read moreWhen God Speaks in the Mountains
Stay there. Stand in that spot while I do this. Last month I shared how God spoke to me at the beach on a family vacation. And every year in the fall, I journey to the
Read moreWhen God Speaks at the Beach
God has a way of speaking to me when I least expect to hear His voice. A vacation at the beach became life’s classroom for spiritual lessons. My family declared a state of emergency over
Read moreDear Veteran. Dear God.
A Letter of Thanks Dear Veteran, Through the ages, we’ve celebrated something important in history. It’s significant. It’s you. Void of your presence, we the people, would be despairingly weak and open to continued attacks
Read morePicture-Perfect Couples
The news sent shock waves, They’re splitting up. A picture-perfect couple. Nobody—for one nanosecond—thought it would happen. A romantic storybook flashed through my mind. A fairy-tale-slide-show portrayed on timelines, rolled through the news feed on social
Read moreJump in with Both Feet and Make a Big Splash!
My bare feet made their way up the ladder, mortified to back out now. A jump from the high diving board. Could I pull it off with this quiet, secret fear of heights? A public
Read moreMoms Can’t Always Make It Better: Breath From Heaven
“This will sting for a few seconds.” I blew my breath on the newly scraped flesh. I ran toward my five-year-old as he limped nearer. Tears flowing down his cheeks increased with the sight of
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