“Do you want to get well?” asked the Stranger.
I have a confession: I've always wanted to be a mom. I have the greatest mom. I remember one morning when I was a kid, my mom took me to school and for whatever reason that day, I didn't want... Continue Reading →
But there’s something in His voice that she hasn’t heard in — well, she can’t remember how long. Kindness? Is that what that is?
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“We were thinking,” another continues. “That maybe if we carried you to Him, He would see you and —“
Why do I keep writing weird stories about my mugs? Because I love stories. And so do you—here's why.
Something warm is on his eyes. It’s gooey and gritty at the same time. And it smells weird. He’s frozen, unsure what’s going to happen next.
Twenty-first century dating is harder than it looks. We're all still trying to figure it out.
Why did I run two half-marathons? I'm not entirely sure. But now I know at least two things: I can run a half marathon, and I can do it twice. (Just not in the same day.)