Tiny legs carried them across the sand in a frenetic search as each child bent low over a crudely sketched map. The sunlight shone from their eyes like sea glass scattered on the beach. “It’s here somewhere,” one said. “Let me look at...
It’s been a challenging, up-and-down, I-don’t-think-we-can-get-through-this sort of year. As I read through my blog posts, notes, and emails my heart rate increases and a sense of apprehension settles over me. I remind myself–aloud–God has...
“You did WHAT?” I asked my fifteen-year-old son. Rushing into the restroom, I peered into the white bowl. Shaking my head in disbelief, I sighed and turned to Seth. “I’m sorry, honey. PD Bear is gone.” Connor had unceremoniously...
