
A Story of Loss on a Day of Love: When All Your Plans Go Awry
I wanted to be her Valentine. A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her.

I wanted to be her Valentine. A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her.

Okay, if you’ve been following my saga, you know today isn’t really “Day 1.” That was actually 18 months ago. Before my sprained ankle, before

I don’t know that I’d ever heard the song before that particular morning. Leastwise, I hadn’t REALLY heard it, where it penetrated not only my

Can’t believe I did it—again. For a person who loves to see words flow across the page, I sure get tripped up by the ones

The goal was romantic. What I didn’t take into account were injuries. I guess I figured I’d be hurting. After all, I hate the sport.

The Christmas story never grows old, does it? –Probably because it keeps speaking to us no matter where we are in life. I was honored

Anybody else LOVING the colors of the season? I drive around town and just want to pull over every two seconds to take pictures! The

Yes, we all know what the saying is supposed to be. For every door closed, there’s that opened window, right? But what if there

For those of you waiting for news of our marathon training, it’s been uphill and down—perhaps more figuratively than literally because, hey, we live in
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