Soggy Weeds and Bee Spit

Sometimes, I get the feeling that I am a message in a bottle. I have no control over where I go, when I am discovered, and who opens me, bu...

Hope is a quiet creature. He doesn't precisely sneak back in because how can something that is so looked for sneak? Yet, for...

Yesterday was a good day. The fog lifted and the clouds parted and, for a few moments, I was able to see the goal - my fondest h...

How can one live on the razor's edge between heartbreak and hope? It is living as a whisper within a world where profanity i...

I'm afraid that, here in the West, the term 'Christian' no longer imparts the kind of loving life I want for my chil...

As a mother, I get little glimpses of myself through the eyes of my children every day. Unfortunately, it isn't alway...