Every Writer Needs a Bethany
It's dinner time and the pasta on the stove is bubbling over. The boys come screeching through the house pretending to slaughter one another as they play 'Hunger Games,' and the baby hollers in the living room for the toy that's rolled out of her reach. There are pressing matters that need my...
It’s Time to Live Free
I was twelve the first time someone made me aware of my body shape. A friend held up a magazine, and on the cover was a waif-ish model, for this was the early '90's, and very thin was very in. This friend of mine was also stick thin, her body shape so different from my more athletic build....
When the Praise Bubbles Up
He walked up to me after church and grabbed my hand. "I would really like to sing with you," he said. He looked at me with kind eyes, and his hand trembled slightly inside of mine. "My wife and I are moving in a couple of weeks. Can we make this happen soon?" Of course, I immediately said yes....
The Best Part
"I'll feed her!" Tia walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet, pulling out a small bowl, which she filled with a little oatmeal. I watched as she got out the formula, and together we mixed just the right amount in to make the oatmeal the right consistency. "Should I give her Pears or...
