Free to Surrender

Writing is cathartic for me. The words spilling onto the page are the overflow of my heart. In difficult seasons,Continue Reading

This isn’t the way I wanted the story to go. I thought it as water from the shower head hitContinue Reading

I am little more than a month away from earning a master’s degree, and I really should be doing myContinue Reading

“Was he born like that or did something happen?” The question took me by surprise, even though getting one ofContinue Reading

December can be chaotic, even in a typical year. In 2020, I have a greater-than-usual desire to help my familyContinue Reading

The manual resuscitator that usually hangs in a clear, drawstring bag on the bathroom door in patient rooms at CookContinue Reading

When my 4th and 5th grade students enter my classroom every Monday, they get a new seat–randomly chosen from aContinue Reading