Pray for Me

Pray for Me

By Kelly Hines Every morning, my husband goes upstairs with his cup of coffee and sits in his special chair. He rubs a little essential oil on his wrists, and inhales it deeply. He puts on his headphones and listens to the gentle sounds of a rainforest, interspersed...
On Loss and Living

On Loss and Living

By Guest Blogger Tracy Mohr Mrs. T’s note to my Aunt Barbara arrived in our mailbox this summer, addressed in shaky handwriting on a bright teal envelope. I anticipated the “I’ve missed you” on the front of the card, but wasn’t expecting the note inside. It hit hard....
Average

Average

By Kelly Hines I have a confession to make: My children are average. What’s worse, my husband and I are both average too. Even my dog is average. All together, we’re an amalgamation of mediocrity. I’m okay with that now, mostly, but I wasn’t always. Before I was even...