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The things we say about a person after they died? The way we glide over the negative and magnify the person’s strengths? That’s the idea…

Enjoy this post written by my friend Rachael Colby. It's the last of an epic series she's put together interviewing pastors and...

Epic. That's what this interview is, and it describes everything Little Crew Studios puts out. I'm about to show you a clip from one of...

Moses gripped his walking stick and scraped it into the rocky slope, pushing himself up the ledge. Not bad for an eighty year old. Sheep...

I used to like F***B***. Okay. I loved it. What a rush to share anything I wanted with every random acquaintance I'd ever met. With the...

Note from Bekah: As a high school student I first read the biography of missionary couple Jim & Elisabeth Elliot. It shocked me and made...

School's in full swing around here, and I am up to my eyeballs in chauffeuring, phonics charts, multiplication tables, turnip greens and...

Her arms rigid, she painted the kohl along the contours of her eyelids and struck the bell alerting a slave – for the third time. Finally...

I never loved hymns until football season of 1995. As a freshman clarinet in the marching band, I found a spot on the band bus next to my...

We cruised down Broadway, onto 2nd, then onto Church Street. Neon lights and cowboy-hatted tourists adorned the landscape as we conversed...

Once upon a time (true story) there lived a woman and her old husband. The childless couple got along royally, even though she'd put her...

DISCLAIMER: To fully appreciate this post, you should know that few people are as rabidly devoted to homeschooling as I am. It's a gift...

The quick pinprick produced a single bubble of bright red blood. Beep! The midwife’s hemoglobin meter calibrated its magic, and I knew in...

The other night was a wet one. I know because carnage got me out in it. About 10 my husband asked me if the chickens had gotten put up...

She inches her way to the back of the kickball line. The fastest boy in the class jogs up, sweating and grinning after another easy...

This weekend I've enjoyed a silent meltdown. Why, you ask? I'm a mess. I wrote a blog post and admitted to you I'm a mess. And then after...

As I write this, it's the day that reminds me how unworthy I am to receive cutesy cards full of flowery gush. Mother's Day is fun when I...

I just looked off the deck and saw somebody cracked it. Not the deck. A brick. And not just any brick. It’s a commemorative brick from...