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I was driving down the highway, having a lively conversation with my family when suddenly, I saw bright lights come out of nowhere flashing in my rearview mirror. I had no intention of speeding, but that didn’t matter.  The officer had evidence. The time I spent sitting in my car as the officer reviewed my

What is love? It’s so easy to get caught up in what the world advertises, and we allow those ideas to define what love is. Is it getting a bouquet of roses or a box of chocolates? Is it going out on a date? Is it diamonds? Earrings? Gift cards? Those are all nice…really. I

My 5 year-old figured out my husband’s smartphone password, so all the apps and games were within easy access for my little man.  He was so quick at grabbing the phone that we would be in constant search for it. There was no telling where my son was hiding with it. So, in an effort

I had an acquaintance in college that I would converse with in the campus dining room.  Our schedules happened to converge during mealtimes, and we would talk when we met with each other.  He was an intelligent student, and we had stimulating conversations during our time there. During one particular lunch, I remember sitting down

I remember walking into a small bridal boutique to look for a wedding dress.  It was a two-room quaint structure that had all the appearances of a little home. This location had been recommended by a friend, and it happened to be the right place for me. The dress I had imagined with its lace

We were a family of six growing up, so a station wagon made sense.  To Dad, though, having TWO station wagons made even more sense. I can still picture the back door of the blue wagon, plastered with what seemed like a hundred bumper stickers. Dad was the pastor of our church, so it served

I was sitting in the optometrist’s office when I got the news.  “Glasses”, he said. Tears filled my eyes, and I leaned into my mother.  I felt silly, crying as a teenager over something as simple as glasses. But I was devastated, and the struggle was real at an age when image mattered. My mom

There was a small closet in the narrow hallway of my house when I was a young girl.  The hallway led to the living room from the bedroom that I shared with my sister. You would open the closet at your own risk because you never know what could fall out.  Sheets were stuffed into

The weeks leading up to our wedding were peaceful…for me.   I jokingly say that my husband was the “bridezilla” because he planned most of the wedding.  He likes the details. So, my role was to agree or disagree, and honestly, I preferred it that way. One day,  I was asked to make a decision.

I’ve been told that I’m a little on the quirky side…and I can see why.  I don’t like what the average girl likes. I’m not a fan of floral arrangements, massages or manicures and I’d rather be at home than on vacation. I like to think of myself as unique.  And it’s nice to know, I’m in