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At a young age, I remember a teacher taking my class on a fieldtrip. Part of our excursion was studying how to become “one” with nature. The practicality of the lesson was learning survival skills, should we ever get lost in the wild. (I secretly wondered who was dumb enough to voluntarily come close enough to nature to begin...  // READ

It was in my most recent past when I faced the greatest failure of my life. I’m not putting a label on myself, but am being purely transparent that I am human, and I acknowledge the fact that I do fail. I was devastated, depressed, and in denial that God could ever mend my broken life. The words of...  // READ

I sat there on the bench, side-by-side with my piano teacher. “I don’t know how to play this passage,” I exclaimed, fully exasperated. “I need you to play it for me so I can hear it.” In learning a song, hearing the music has always been helpful to me. My ear grasps the rhythms, harmonies, and techniques. Once absorbed...  // READ

In 1969, the London Underground coined the phrase “mind the gap.” This phrase, when uttered, was to remind (and warn) public transit system passengers to pay attention to the space between the cement platform and the train itself. Too many Tube-riders were distracted by other stimuli, failed to pay attention, and fell down onto the railway tracks. Countless lives...  // READ

Confined to a small space with one’s small children is never at the top of anyone’s list. It sure wasn’t desirable for either of my parents—three girls; sixteen-hour road trip. You do the math. During those long hours in the car, my parents had a favorite game for us girls to play: the quiet game. Ever heard of it?...  // READ

At that time Berodach-baladan a son of Baladan, king of Babylon, sent letters and a gift to Hezekiah, for he had heard that Hezekiah had been sick. Hezekiah listened to and welcomed them and showed them all his treasure house—the silver and gold and spices and precious oil and his armory and everything that was found in his...  // READ

When we were children, my mother was absolutely ingenious when it came to filling our summer days with activities. Taking full advantage of the extra space outdoors, sun, and blissful weather, she structured many activities under the open air of our back porch. One of my favorite activities from those youthful years was water-painting. Never heard of it? It’s...  // READ

It was late in the afternoon when my sister and I stumbled across a foreign object in our backyard. What it was or where it came from, we had no conception. No sooner after had we made our discovery, our mother summoned us into the house. The only thing for us to do was abduct the object from its...  // READ

It wasn’t too long ago, I found myself in the long return line at IKEA. If you’ve been there, I’m sorry—but you know what I’m alluding to. If you haven’t, let’s just say you’re lucky you haven’t had the experience. It’s a struggle to find any sanity amid the endless chatter of adults, cries of discomfited children, squeaky shopping...  // READ

Atop a disgusting place (for most of the world) was where I fought to be growing up. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the worst place. But, I highly sought to be the child who could be the sole reigning champion of the circular sewer drain in our front yard. Yeah, I was one of those kids who could spend hours...  // READ

My preferred beverage of choice? Water. Room temperature. No ice. Just plain, old water. I’ve never understood people who don’t like water. Their biggest complaint? It has no taste. I’m flabbergasted because in my lifetime, I’ve experienced a gambit of great-tasting waters. The best flavors even stem back to my childhood. The tastiest water came from a washcloth or...  // READ

…And the LORD struck the child that Uriah’s wife bare unto David, and it was very sick. David therefore besought God for the child; and David fasted, and went in, and lay all night upon the earth…David perceived that the child was dead…Then David arose from the earth, and washed, and anointed himself, and changed his apparel, and came...  // READ

I am a very squeamish person. I can’t stand the sight of bandages let alone the sight of blood. If I’m in your presence and you a) cut yourself, b) go into labor, or c) have some kind of bodily malfunction, you’ll soon find yourself alone because I’ve either become unconscious or hightailed it out of there. I’m so...  // READ

Shame. The weight of it is crippling. The pain of it is excruciating. The longevity of it is unceasing. The scars of it are humiliating. We all bear it—in one form or another—for something we’ve done, something that’s been done to us, or something we’ve witnessed. We wear shame, not like a badge of honor, but try desperately to...  // READ

It’s winter, and it’s cold. This is normal and supposed to happen, although I don’t like it. When I step outside my warm home into sub-zero temperatures, the cold and wind cut through every layer of clothing I have. If I’m not dressed properly, in no time at all, my extremities start to become numb, stiff, and unusable. I’ve...  // READ

No one can prepare you for the aftermath of an oven cleaning. If Mike Row, from the TV show “Dirty Jobs” is looking for his next episode spotlight, I’ve got one lined up for him. It seemed simple enough: spray the oven cleaner at a 45-degree angle on all surfaces of the oven. Avoid contact with the skin and...  // READ

If I’ve learned anything in my years on the planet, it’s that sibling rivalry never dies. But, as a caveat, I’ll add that the rivalry takes a new form over time—physical to prank; hurtful to hilarity. Instead of using one another as a punching bag we set each other up to be the punchline. One perfect example is a...  // READ

Decades past, my family would frequent a local waterpark during the summer months. It was a haven for anyone eager to cool off from the heat. One of the main features of the park was an exhilarating water slide. To reach the top, you’d voyage on a five-minute ascent, on a questionable wooden staircase that towered floors from the...  // READ

January has snuck up upon me and caught me unaware once again. And, this means one thing for me: the retirement of my Christmas decorations. Now for all of you, judgmental people, who think I leave my Christmas decorations up too long, there’s enough of you weird ones who put yours up in October and November. Enough said. The...  // READ

It’s the New Year, and the struggle is real folks. It’s a struggle for me to get back into the rhythm of getting up early and going to bed at a reasonable hour. Somehow staying up late to ring in the New Year comes back to get you the older you are. But, I struggle with other things…. Other...  // READ