Still A couple Fridays ago when it was time to go home, we were getting an old-fashioned gully-washer at St.…
The bear On Thursday as I was driving to work, the cars ahead of me slowed down, drastically. When you’re…
From mess to miracle Have I mentioned that my Brandon is the real-life version of Pig-Pen from the Peanuts/Charlie Brown…
by Frankie Ann Smythe We spent all our lives learning to go, go, goAway from a place called home.We came…
The destroyer As I prayed and sought an introduction for this post, I was totally stumped. What analogy—much more lighthearted…
The prayers, the vision and the letter Turbulent winds and changing weather A week ago, Brandon and I spent a…
The silence Did anyone ever break up with you by simply never speaking to you again? Not a phone call,…
The anger letter There’s a saying that goes like this: “Truth hurts.” While that may be true initially, I hope…
How long? Most of us remember asking our parents these kinds of questions on long car rides: “When will we…
A time to prepare, a time to practice and a time to prevail Writing this post has been mind-boggling. I…