Angel in Red

In my deepest season of grief, I was called to rise up and go shopping for a formal dress for my niece’s wedding. I hate shopping. In the past, my sister Mary would go with me and make me laugh as she fed dresses over the top of the dressing room door. This was our…

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Confessions of a Teeny-Bopper

An enthusiastic teeny-bopper still dwells in a substantial corner of my heart. She used to tight-roll her jeans, wear scrunchies in her hair, create dance routines to Paula Abdul, and hang New Kids on the Block posters in her bedroom.

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God With Us

My December has been quiet. It has looked different than I would have worked so hard to create in previous years.

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“I’m OK, My Jeans Still Fit!”

Each year I have used my denim jeans as a right of passage into a new season. 

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