Two years ago, my church sat one last time in the gymnasium, its blue plush chairs lined in rigid rows before the altar. While we sat toge...

My daughter sits in the top of the buggy, hands reaching out for whatever is in arm's reach, all while singing at the top of her lungs. ...

Down at my in-law's house, the talk is serious against a background of giggling children, heaping plates of made-from-scratch chicken po...

I did not grow up in a broken home. In fact, my family life was extremely solid by today's standards. Yet, even with both my mother an...

This weekend, my "Oh! THIS is why I married him!!" husband has gone beyond the call of duty and taken complete care of our three ...

In The Blood Covenant , Clay Trumbull (a late 1800s clergyman) explores the concept of covenant, a binding agreement, and how it permeates c...

A couple weekends ago, my mother-in-law and I attended a wedding of a family friend. While the ceremony, itself, was sparsely decorated wit...