Walking around in someone else’s armor.

Growing up, I loved walking around in high heels. Usually, they were my mom’s or a pair from the church rummage sale. They were always several sizes too big for me, but I loved to clomp around in them. I felt glamorous and grown up. But when it was time to go out of the house, my mom always made...

Book Review: Okayest Mom

Okayest Mom: When God’s Plan of Adoption Doubled My Family was of my favorite nonfiction books I read this summer! It speaks to the heart of every mom who has ever...

Why we love classic stories.

I admit it: I like my books old and classic, thank-you-very-much. There’s something about old-fashioned values, quaint language, and innocent characters and storylines that provide comfort and escape from the...