Rest for the Weary

Rest for the Weary

I’m tired, but who isn’t? I am, after all, a soccer dad. I own a man-van that is full of grass from various fields across North Carolina. My weekends are not my weekends. They were before my kids. Now I spend an inordinate amount of time on an uncomfortable lawn chair...

Don’t Change to Impress

I have spent most of my life trying to change myself. Maybe it was the voice of condemnation that I grew up with or maybe the small, well-intentioned Baptist church I grew up in. Could it be because I looked to others to define myself, or how I hung my identity on...
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