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Why I Write
It was our third science teacher of the year. We sat in the corner room with the door-size window that let in what hint of light a Tennessee-gray sky provided in March. This teacher had grouped our desks into five sections around the room, as opposed to the rows our last teacher had instituted. She…
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Review: “Don’t Keep Your Day Job”
As the Facebook ads started pouring in, I decided to do a little investigating, and I thought Mrs. Heller’s creative site was a good place to start.
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Parade Candy Prayers
It sure didn’t feel like God was listening, that He had good plans, or that my prayers were doing anything other than getting caught in that space between the Earth-bound ceiling and the golden floor of Heaven.
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A Little About Me
Since I’ve revamped my blog and hope to see several new faces visiting in the near future, I thought it would be fun to fill out one of those cheesy getting to know you questionnaires we filled out as kids on the first day of school.
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Speak Truth
We seek to be people who speak truth within our communities, within the media, and within our own hearts.
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Why Share?
It has been about a year since I really wrote anything. I quit calling myself a writer about a month ago. Too many rejections, too little content to display, too many months between now and the prolific college years when my days revolved around writing assignments and editing work. Now, days look like struggling to…
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In Honor of Father’s Day
My first memory is riding in the backseat of our Pathfinder while my dad drove. He was wearing his purple college track jacket that reflected the sunlight coming through the windows. My baby brother had been born, he told me. We were going to see Mommy and my new brother at the hospital. I also…
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In Honor of Mother’s Day
Sunday night at small group, the leader asked us to share a memory of our mothers. The question had pestered me for a week, ever since I had decided to write my first blog post in a year for my mother. How could I summarize a lifetime in 300 words or less? What single memory…
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Hummingbird Redemption, part 2
Find part 1 here. * As the bird continued to flit around the silent garage door motor, my mom and I watched him grow weaker. His wings stopped closing tight against his body. His little body heaved. His body leaned sideways off his perch. I sat on the carpeted garage steps and looked up “how to…