Michele

Romans 8:18 says, “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us”. I had read that verse many times over the years. It seems to pair nicely with verses like James 1:2 (you know, count it all joy), Hebrews 12:1-2 […]

January 28, 2012, around 11 pm. That’s the last time I heard my dad’s voice. We were watching a Pacer’s game. Dad was doing his usual commentary and coaching from the recliner. I leaned over and kissed him goodnight. No hug. He was busy. The next morning Mary Jo (my bonus mom) and I heard

Not one more solitary thing. I can’t do it. If I add one more thing to my list I’m going to lose my mind. Sound familiar? Oh. No? It’s just me? Fine. I’m still going to write; that’s how I process life. As the oldest of seven and a Type-A alpha female (I don’t say

Rushville, Indiana is nestled approximately forty miles southeast of Indianapolis. The combination of rural cropland and a small-town atmosphere makes Rushville arguably an ideal location for raising a child. Living there certainly came with pros and cons. My parents were always quick to remind me, “Everyone knows who you belong to”. This statement was in