The face of the mountain is a cacophony of forest green and toasted brown. She is thirsty. My soul glints brown too; I cannot write, and I...

{  Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real } It looks like it's my turn to share a bit of life's best bits with you guys! - Elyse Let me giv...

Today, I received an email from the editor of an upcoming book that I contributed to. The email contained the title of the book:  Empty . I...

I usually have work in my hands when I'm listening to speakers. I suspect that at least a few co-attendees  think this is inapprop...

The rhythm of our family life has been turned on its head since we've begun this multifaceted journey into Orthodoxy.  Most of the h...

Roses - gift from Sir Merton Russell-Cotes, 1921 by Matha Mutrie from Russell-Cotes Art Gallery & Museum; via The Public Catalogue F...

My husband knelt on the dirt alongside a farmer's field to change our daughter's tire last night. I sat in our Jeep watching him fin...