God’s Perspective on Pain
After I received the email, I walked outside in the pulsing dark. I went halfway down the driveway and lay on the asphalt. I could feel the warmth, from the day’s relentless sun, radiating against my back. The night sky
Shedding Our Papier-mâché Skins
I scooted over, to make room for my daughters on the bench, and my sandals brushed black, orthopedic shoes. I glanced to the right and saw the disabled man, slumped in the chair, with a pair of dark sunglasses and
Dear Younger Me
Dear Twelve-Year-Old Me: Don’t put Sun-In in your hair. It will create an ongoing cycle of peroxide and bleach that will only end when you move to Wisconsin sixteen years later and can’t find a hairdresser who will cut and highlight
Surprise! The Alliance Story Banner!
Hi, readers! I have been in selective "dark mode" since my September 15th deadline is drawing closer with every passing day. This means that I only check my email in the morning and at night; therefore, imagine my surprise when I