Every single day, my husband eats a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. He assembles it the night before and packs it in his...

Fourteen Protestants—twelve of us lifelong Lutherans—filed into the back rows of the Cathedral of St. Helena for Sunday morning mass. ...

This week, I asked my good friend and fellow writer, Hadley, to guest blog for me. I'm currently on vacation, and she was kind enough to...

I grew up in a three-dog household. My dad trained Nelly, our first dog—a purebread yellow Labrador retriever. The other two, Nikki and...

When was the last time you did something that scared you?  I’ll go first. Last weekend, I participated in an author festival at my local...

For the first five and a half years of our marriage, my husband worked rotating shifts, including six weeks of night shift every six...

Last weekend, I attended the eighth annual Interfaith Outreach Association Historic Church Open House, one of the most joyful and...

When I was a child, I used to think about things until my head hurt. What existed before time? How far does space extend? How can God...

I’ve been reading a book over the past couple of months called Praying Like Monks, Living Like Fools by Tyler Staton. It’s a 10-chapter...

My small group leader tasked our group with writing out God’s story in 300 words or less. I really struggled with this writing...

I attended evening prayer at a historic Episcopal church last week. Up to that point, I’d only attended protestant evangelical churches...

Yesterday, I attended an organ recital at the Methodist church downtown. The building has been standing for more than 100 years. Its...