The Rustic Hideaway

The face cloth was folded. Not rolled. Not tossed. Not crumpled like the other burial linens. Folded. Left in the place where it had once...

It was a customary pardon. A gift, if you will, before the feast of Passover. Standing before a crowd of angry, screaming faces were two...

He loved them to the very end. Taking a basin of water, he washed their feet. What seemed as though a simple act of humble submission was...

So much will happen this week. From palm branches and cries of “Hosanna!” to a thorny crown and shouts screaming “Crucify!” To a world...

We’ve had a rough last few days with our 6-year-old. Behavior wise, it’s shown up in the form of hurtful words, disobeying house rules,...

Sometimes, I swear I'd give anything for a little Mini-Me. A daughter to match outfits with and take on spur-of-the-moment coffee dates....