Four eleven-year-old girls running around the house. Hiding and shrieking. Sneaking up on each other and laughing. First half-day of school. This is innocence still.
I can’t help but mourn its [...]
"You think you're a victim. But you're not. You're actually okay. Everything's okay."
Justin tells me this, in the maddening and awesome way that he does. My heart whispers, "Listen," even [...]
The five of us return from Kenya today--a mission trip with a team of twenty-four others people, adults and kids. I scratch out these words on the plane ride home, my thirteen year old son asleep [...]
