(This post is in response to the prompt “Tell a story about a time when you had to honor your reality” for the DIY MFA Book Club. To...

As I drove out of my neighborhood one day last week, I passed a teenage boy riding his bike. He wore no helmet and had one hand on the...

Each and every day we have a choice – the path of love or the path of fear. We are responsible only for our actions and our reactions. We...

When I was about twelve years old, I went to the beach with my family. I loved playing in the ocean. I had no fear of it. I especially...

mere: being nothing more or better than During my quiet time this morning, I found myself writing something I frequently say, “I don’t...