Hey, That’s MY Car!
When I was a senior in college, my parents bequeathed to me their 1998 black Jeep Cherokee, which was replete with leather interior, a CD player (gasp!), tinted windows, and a sunroof. Although the Jeep was a decade old and
Chasing My Father’s Dreams
When I was three, my family moved from Lancaster, Pennsylvania to Nashville, Tennessee, so my parents could be missionaries and so my father could find a home for the country gospel he’d jot down on scrap lumber with his carpenter’s
The Truth Behind My Fiction (Or, Why I Should’ve Been a Podiatrist)
My novel is off to readers. I’m telling you, that is one terrifying sentence to type. It's right up there with, “I’m now going to experience Chinese water torture, then have a gasless tooth extraction.” It’s the immense vulnerability that
When the Honeymoon’s Over
This week someone cut the locks to our gate and pilfered items from our land. Although the thievery could have been far worse, it still feels violating. A few days before that, my husband and I drove out to the
A Window of Borrowed Time
During the wedding reception, I stand in a corner of the room in my cinnamon-colored bridesmaid dress, remembering how everything used to be, trying to comprehend how much everything has changed. I met the bride, Madison, my freshman year in