My family and I are in a season of major adjustment. June, July and August were all about uprooting, traveling, and change. Now we’re midway through September, and the proverbial...
The first time I crossed a cultural boundary; I was but 1 year old! And no, it wasn’t my parents whisking me off to some far-off tropical land; it was...
My husband sat at the breakfast table in his boxer shorts, reading about David and Goliath to the kids while the bathtub slowly filled for his daily soak (he’s a...