In January, I join a group of dedicated women who drive an hour each way to lead a Bible Study at a prison. I admit that when they first mention it, I am hesitant to even entertain the idea of visiting a prison. But their joy is contagious. I find myself saying yes just before…
My knobby knees shook, and huge drops began to fall from the overcast February sky. We stood in the vacant street in front of the old house on Jerome Avenue, and my sister broke down the mechanics of the “crossover.” I wanted, as badly as I had ever wanted anything at twelve years old, to be…
Much of my daily adult interaction takes place online. With three busy kids—two of whom are really young and two of whom have special needs—it’s often easiest to connect with others by writing a quick text or Facebook message. I frequently use my blog and Facebook groups to “meet” people and forge relationships. Recently I’ve…