A couple of weeks ago, I listed an expensive item for sale on Facebook Marketplace. Within minutes, someone named Anna messaged. What was my bottom-line price? Could she also pay $90 extra for me to ship the heavy item to her in “Tennessee Nashville”? This was great....
Early in my post-college life, I experienced a season of intense depression and anxiety. Something I found helpful during that time was acknowledging how my emotions were tied to my surroundings and circumstances. It’s not wrong to not want to feel depressed or...
My husband and I had arrived in Russia with excited and anxious hearts a few days before. This day, we sat in an orphanage—in a bleak, sterile hallway on a hard, wooden bench staring in anticipation at a steel door. When that door opened, we hoped to meet the baby boy...
Hello, my beautiful girl, I cooed to my baby daughter as I picked her up out of her carseat. Then, out of nowhere, someone quipped, You don’t want to tell her that too often or she’ll get a big head. Wait…what? I thought as a record audibly screeched in my head. ...
When I was a high school sophomore, a day came when, abruptly, my dad was no longer employed. We didn’t see this coming. Despite a painstaking search and scores of resumes sent out, weeks of unemployment turned into months. A shared, quiet undercurrent of anxiety ran...
Veterans Day makes me think about my grandpa’s faded bald eagle tattoo on his shoulder and the crisp flag waving in his front yard. I picture the antique uniforms, helmets and sepia-toned photos of his father and his father’s father that decorate his house. I think...
