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The Death of Literacy
I have fond memories of visiting the public library with my mom when I was growing up. In our town of Traverse City, Michigan, there was what my child’s mind considered to be a huge library, and perhaps it was. With multiple levels of books and media, grassy outdoors areas, puppets, and a train model…
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Lessons Learned at the Sewing Machine
I recently took up sewing as a hobby, and it’s been quite the learning curve. I have a newfound appreciation for anything made of fabric because I realize just how difficult it is for a human being to produce such beautiful work. Of course, like anything, it takes practice to truly improve. The main reason…
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Nehemiah 1: A Foundation of Faith
As I was planning my wedding, I received all sorts of advice on things, from the best way to arrange centerpieces to why I should have assigned seating to how the reception should be run. The best wisdom I got, however, wasn’t even about the “big day”: Don’t stress about the wedding; it’s only one day. …
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Running the Race
I hate running. Always have, and probably always will. I’ve never understood people who get pleasure from forcing their body into a state of flight that once meant escaping imminent danger, like a tiger chasing you or an enemy tribe pursuing your footsteps. However, in spite of my deep and abiding hatred for the activity,…