As I sipped my coffee this morning, my son and husband were hunched over the New York Times. We all were discussing the deliberation of the Derek Chauvin trial. Soon we begin listing the recent cases of police brutality in our country.
Last summer some church paperwork requested my baptismal anniversary. Having no idea of the date, I consulted my early years photo album.
A few years ago, I ran across a video of a toddler playing in the rain for the first time. As someone who loves the rain, I was immediately captivated.
What is going on in the world means something to me.
While in college, one of the best parts about my summertime subway commute to work was the 50 minutes of uninterrupted reading it afforded me every day. To stave off any potential conversations, I always boarded the train with my book in hand, head down.
After online and in-person trainings, and a firm understanding that we would not be adopting any pets of our own, we became certified Operation Kindness volunteers, the largest no kill shelter in north Texas.
As a family gathers around the baptismal font, the words asked of the godparents are some of the most poignant queries. “Will you be responsible […]
A few years ago, I wrote this before sending my oldest child off to summer camp. After sending him for three years in a row, […]
My young daughter is beginning to understand the holy through the ordinary.
Our son’s gifts will bring God glory in their own ways, in their own times.