Amelia Grace has a favorite book at my house. She knows where it lives and she invariably reaches for it at bedtime when she sleeps over at Yolly and Poppy’s but at almost every visit, she pulls it down to read on her own. Thomas would climb up in my lap, book in tow for …
Can I Trust You?
My life from age twelve asked, “Can I trust you?” I asked myself this of every human being I encountered, particularly males. Everyone became suspect, even God. I fear I am not alone in my questioning. You have been hurt, have you not? Your trust has been shaken by sickness, circumstance, or sin in the …
Group Assignment
In high school and college, I despised group projects. I hated having to rely on others for my grade, but since most students also had extracurricular activities or a job outside of school, it was difficult to coordinate schedules and invariably, I felt the need to complete the project in its entirety on the off …
Keeping The Glass Full
My husband pushed his empty iced tea glass closer and closer to the edge of the table, frustrated with the lack of service during dinner. He’s always been a good tipper, having worked in just about every position in an independent grocery from the time he was old enough to work and on through college. …
A Fitting Reply 