I remember the day. It was June of 1998. I was riding in the front seat of the vehicle my husband was driving, and we had just left my Grandma’s funeral. We were now in the processional, a line of many other vehicles, headed to...

“What’s the real meaning of Christmas?”, a frustrated Charlie Brown asks his friend Linus. Let’s take a journey through some of our family traditions and see if we can help Charlie Brown find the “real” meaning of Christmas. Every December our family begins the many...

Christmas over 2000 years ago. The changes are evident, yet the reason behind the season remains consistent, today and forever. As we hustle around, jumping into our cars, preparing to take trips to the big cities for shopping, Mary and Joseph hopped on the back...

I remember, at 18 years old, walking into Meijer with my boyfriend, and swearing I could hear our hearts beating out of our chests, as we walked hand in hand to the aisle with the pregnancy tests. I remember the next morning, before the sun...

The scream made its way from the church parking lot into the building, where I was packing up the last items of the night and preparing to lock the door behind me. It was a scream of pain, and one I recognized as my our...

It didn’t take long for me to dread my physical therapy appointments. After my car accident, I went through a couple shoulder surgeries. The real pain came from the therapy and exercises, following the surgeries. I remember all too well, attempting to climb my fingers...