Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
If you knew that a horrible, life-altering event were going to occur tomorrow morning…what would you differently tonight? Would you hug your loved ones tighter? Read your kids one more … Continue reading If you knew…
I have a dream where the irony is not lost on people that on a day honoring Martin Luther King Jr.’s legacy of fighting for civil rights and equality for … Continue reading Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
Recently, I was getting back into the car with my kid after a breakfast outing, and she said something like, “Hey Mom, I got into my car seat all by … Continue reading Pray for peace.