You may have not noticed or cared, but I didn’t write last week. When I skip a week, it’s usually because of one of two reasons: I didn’t have anything to say or what I had to say is better left unsaid. Hillary’s emails, Donald’s tape, the presidential debates, and the ensuing social media aftermath left me feeling a little { read more… }

Quick. Please go look in your medicine cabinet and reassure me that I am not alone. You can do that if you can answer yes to any of these questions: Are there more boxes of expired OTC meds than those still in date? Did you find multiple hair products whose containers are clearly old yet the contents are mostly full? Seriously, { read more… }

{ Today’s GloryStory is guest authored by T, a young mom in prison. } My son was non-verbal for the first years of his life. Communication was desirable for all of us, yet he would not make eye contact with me or anyone. He was always so tense, crying, and most often screaming. I would run around frantically and in tears { read more… }