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. ...

I moved to Central Virginia in August of 2015 for my freshman year of college. We took two cars—my 2002 Honda Civic named Florence and my...

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...

My childhood home was a big, yellow farmhouse with a picket fence. I slept in a blush-pink room with a dormer that overlooked the front...

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 often ask God to reveal himself to me in obvious ways. Maybe I’m weak of faith, or maybe I’m just an experiential learner, but I don’t...

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...