It Takes a Village, or So They Say
My freshman year at Baylor University, I got locked inside The Sub, the student designated common area that housed a small cafe, a few couches and computers, and the mail room. It was the Sunday before finals week, and I crept out of the dorm just as the sun peeked up over the horizon, because...
The Matter of When
It's really dark right now. I'm wrapped in a blanket, because we like to keep the air set at Arctic Tundra during the nighttime hours, and I desperately long for a cup of coffee, but the coffee pot is loud, so I'm forcing myself to wait until a more reasonable time so that I don't wake sleeping...
DC Talk, A Prayer, and a Reminder
He turned the dial and the music cranked, pulsating my (smokin' hot) minivan as we puttered down the road. Grabbing my camera, he held it out in front of us and snapped a photo, documenting the moment...and Landon's apparent chagrin. When we gave Sloan his iPod for Christmas, we loaded it full...
The Secret Garden
I was young, maybe nine or ten, when I first saw The Secret Garden. Upon finishing the film, I immediately traipsed out into the Wisconsin woods behind our home and looked for the perfect tree in which to sit and read. The trees were romantic and mysterious then. I wanted to soak up the rustle...
