M y eyes widened and I forced a smile as my acquaintance—and closest relationship resembling a friendship since we moved 6 months ago—told m...

T he moment I stepped inside our third-floor walk-up apartment, I knew something was wrong. My heart raced as I scanned our dining room and ...

“I can’t believe it!” I squeal to my husband, Travis. Approaching a nearby pond, I spot birds from a board game we sometimes play as a fami...

A s a kindergartner sometimes I tagged along to my mom’s work as a hotel housekeeper. While my mom worked, I played in the recreation room. ...

T he gray Midwest winter day matched the gloom wrapping itself around my heart. Sadness loomed above me like Eeyore’s rain cloud. While sayi...

T ears stung my eyes as I stepped into our Chicago apartment. The worn hardwood floors groaned underneath my feet as I explored the empty ro...

  M y life is swept up in an avalanche of activity and new responsibilities—and try as I may, I’m not swimming through the snow to the top. ...

God’s Sufficiency in Long Journeys   I snapped a last photo of our former home’s front porch before scrambling inside our 2008 Honda Fit fo...

T he car was my tipping point. Seven years ago, I stood glaring at our used—but newly purchased—Honda Fit. I eyed the paint fading from its ...

“Are you my mother?” a newly hatched bird chirps to anyone and everything she meets in the children’s book, Are You My Mother? And while t...