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A Story Rewrite
When my grandmother progressed further into dementia, I noticed that she would change details of her life story to make herself sound better. It was almost as if she could not face mistakes from her past so she would twist the story with a new ending to feel better...
The Year of More
Most days don’t begin with clarity. They begin with noise. Notifications. Conversations. Responsibilities waiting in line before we’ve even taken a breath. And somewhere between waking up and getting moving, we quietly decide what kind of day this will be—often...
Glory Wrapped in Flesh
Kevin bought me a small box in the shape of a golden crown. On the inside of the box is a tiny nativity with Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus in a manger. The box is a perfect reminder of the King of the Universe who was willing to lower Himself to become a baby clothed...
A Story Rewrite
When my grandmother progressed further into dementia, I noticed that she would change details of her life story to make herself sound better. It was almost as if she could not face mistakes from her past so she would twist the story with a new ending to feel better...
The Year of More
Most days don’t begin with clarity. They begin with noise. Notifications. Conversations. Responsibilities waiting in line before we’ve even taken a breath. And somewhere between waking up and getting moving, we quietly decide what kind of day this will be—often...
Glory Wrapped in Flesh
Kevin bought me a small box in the shape of a golden crown. On the inside of the box is a tiny nativity with Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus in a manger. The box is a perfect reminder of the King of the Universe who was willing to lower Himself to become a baby clothed...