Perspective Really Does Change Everything

Perspective Really Does Change Everything

I sat in the grass with Olivia’s dog, waiting for her soccer scrimmage to begin. Tiny sweat bees danced around my legs and a warm breeze blew through my hair. It was quiet here, just below the sport’s fields on OCU’s campus, and I was thankful for a...
When Dusty Memories Speak, Listen Closely

When Dusty Memories Speak, Listen Closely

The attic seemed to be calling their names. Covered in dust and rarely discussed, these symbols of victory (or at least participation) seemed to have served their purpose in our family’s story. ___________________ But when my husband heard my plan, he vetoed it...