My hair fell hot against my face. I positioned the flatiron and smoothed another chunk of wayward blonde strands. “Mom!” My four-year-old boy ran into the bathroom, joining me in front of the mirror, “You look like a firefighter!” was …
When the Tides Turn
It was just over a year ago that I was an almost-married 31-year-old living in Philadelphia, starting my first year of graduate school and teaching a class of second grade littles. My clothes still fit. I had a cute haircut …
Genesis of Hope
My son hung his head. The words were flat, his voice weak and downcast. “God didn’t answer my prayer. Instead he just gave me a silly face.” The night before when the rash had first appeared, creeping its way up …