I hate it when I realize I’m ugly. Not physically, but on the inside. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Scripture is certainly clear on the...
I don’t know when I discovered I had become my mother. It may have occurred to me while I was mopping the kitchen tiles three at...
"I hate to cry!" The angry words rushed out even as unbidden waterworks slipped from her eyes. She looked away, sniffed and brushed the heel of...
When my brother became a junior high youth pastor, he didn’t do it alone. Dog-Bear was by his side—or more precisely, on his dash. Matt had...
I’ve always been a glass-half-full kind of girl. My friends will tell you I’m quick to look for the bright side of most situations. I’m not...