During the cold, winter-weary days of early March I usually start to daydream about flowers. I think of the first tender, pink tulips of spring,

I moved to a new school as a sophomore in high school, and I was assigned the worst locker. I rode the bus at that

I’ve been thinking a lot about “caring for the other,” and not just according to the biblical mandate to “love thy neighbor,” but something more

When I was a young girl, and my dad was my pastor and my mom sang in the choir, my brother and I occasionally sat

We keep a small bird feeder outside the tall windows in the back of our house. It only requires a minute or two to exit

Pay attention to the things that take you out of and beyond your everyday living. They are a jolt to the system, perhaps a moment

From a distance I noticed the perky, orange jeep parked at the far end of a long line of minivans in front of an elementary

I’m up and out of the house earlier these days. Middle and High School drop-offs have us in the minivan by 7am. At 7am, morning

It was the 90s, and my high school photography teacher had a poster hanging on the wall by the artist, SARK, that caught my attention.