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Hello, dear ones, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and enjoyed a few days filled with gratitude and all things cranberry. Speaking of cranberry, I have some delicious cranberry recipes to share with you, courtesy of my former neighbor, Jessica Rogers,
Home Is Where the Table Is
One summer, eleven years ago now, I visited my husband’s extended family in Pennsylvania. I remember my husband’s younger cousins chasing me with a crawdad they’d found in their uncle’s pond. Little did they known I had grown up scouting
The Upside Down Kingdom
Ten at night on a university campus. My feet hurt. I shivered in my thin sweater. My bag weighed about a thousand pounds. I had asked three students for directions, but I still couldn’t find the parking garage where my
Why I Appreciate My Spouse
My husband’s been in Wisconsin since Wednesday, and until Friday afternoon, I took great pride in the fact that I could manage just fine without him. My three daughters and I read books, baked muffins, played outside in the cool November
Women Overcoming Giveaway with Urban Southern!
A few months ago, I reached out to Urban Southern, a spearheading company "created by women for women" that uses full grain leather that's a byproduct of the food industry, tanned by local tanneries, entirely USA made, and handcrafted right
God in the Dark
The setting sun poured down the seams of the mountains as I drove the same route I had taken for four years in college. But this time was different. My six-year-old daughter now sat in the back, and she was
Peace Like an Ocean
My husband got sun-poisoned at the beach, but I didn’t know it until the next morning when he helped me cart our three girls and various and sundry items back across the blinding white sand. His head throbbed so badly,
Let Your Light Shine
This spring, at a conference in Ontario, I prayed for a woman who was entering a new, challenging phase of her ministry. Afterward, she held my shoulders—her short, dark brown curls bobbing—and looked into my eyes. “You are a firefly,”
Learning to Love Them Better
The woman stood with her back against the sink and stared up at the screen. Close-cropped brown hair and a tribal shell necklace accented her beauty. I usually write during my daughter’s forty-five minute dance class, and I have a
When They Asked What You Wanted to Be
Last winter, the seniors interviewed my firstborn daughter, along with the rest of her kindergarten class. They asked what she wanted to be, and she said a seashell finder. This little poem is my attempt to encourage her to stay