I have a backpack at church tonight instead of my usual diaper bag. Inside it are only a …

I sat, perched in my seat, silently struggling to pay attention to the sermon the pastor was preaching. …

God help me, I wish I’d never started that pie. If I hadn’t been convinced my worth could …

“Mommy, can you read to me?” My son gazes hopefully up at me, books clutched against his chest. …

January. Perhaps feeling the weight of winter on our collective shoulders, our small church congregation begins a new …

I keep a photograph of my grandparents on my living room wall. My mother’s parents sit shoulder-to-shoulder and …

“When can we meet for dinner?” There were four of us on the text thread. Coordinating our calendars …

Lilly, barely 4 and still the baby, is laying on her belly in my bed beside me, chin …

“I’m just a little bit scared,” he says as we drive to the school where his evaluation will …

I stand at the granite surface of the kitchen island, chopping kielbasa into coins and feeding dry spaghetti …