Whether he likes or not (he doesn’t), my middle son unloads the dishwasher every day. Last week, as he was stretching to put a serving...

My footsteps cracked acorns as I came up the hill. The morning light highlighted the greens and reds and golds ahead of me.⁠ ⁠ I delight...

The sun reached forward, adorning the tops of trees and tips of houses in gold. I needed to be out in it, to feel on my face and my...

I used to hate the question, “Have you prayed about it?” Because when people would ask me that, most likely, I hadn’t. I loved Jesus, but...

The afternoon sun reached through the window, shining on my morning coffee. The day had passed without me. I pretended to not think about...

Published in the Language issue of Fathom Mag. I was eight or nine, maybe ten. I remember the day, because a playdate outside the...

I used to want a “tame” version of God. My love for checkboxes and predictability and control was drawn to the parts of God that I could...

Really, it doesn't matter whether she was right or wrong. What matters is who I was in response.

I was camped out in the ER with a teenage boy who did not belong to me. During a flag football game gone wrong at the senior high...

Published by Becky Beresford for the Brave Women Series. When I was in grade school, I counted the days in between visits to the roller...

It wasn’t necessarily a deception, but it felt like it. We’d been led to believe something that would change our family forever —...

For years, I’ve stared down pineapples at the grocery store, telling them that I’d enjoy them more if they’d just be a bit, you know,...

Late last summer, we planted a new hedge. Well, bushes that would grow together to form a sort of hedge-type thing, anyway. For almost a...

I never thought I would buy face masks at Old Navy. Or sneak a side-eye at the current supply of toilet paper at Target. Or gravitate...

My mom took my brother and I to a park in a neighboring town that was much bigger than our little burg. I remember how its decorative,...

When I was a child, one of my favorite books had a hardbound gray linen cover with embossed gold lettering. Inside, bound in between the...

When my middle son was in preschool, one of the moms made a superhero cape and matching mask for each preschooler in the class. Every...

This year, when we piled everything into the car for our vacation, we added all five sets of golf clubs. As much as I don’t love how much...

Once upon a time, I worked for an Ivy League university near Boston, where my job was to interview and write about students and faculty...

It’s been sitting there since March, its teal linen cover collecting dust, and its spiral-bound, tabbed pages stuck in the past. Every...