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It’s been twenty-eight years since I’ve had a baby, but on May 17th my husband and I brought home a 9 ½-pound, 8-week-old boy named Zeke—a Staffordshire terrier puppy. For the first three weeks, someone had to watch our precious little bundle of energy EVERY minute. I’d forgotten about taking showers in shifts, never eating a hot meal, and well…talking …
How long has it been since you’ve felt a deep longing? I don’t mean a rumbly tummy when a cheeseburger commercial flashes on the screen. I mean the kind of longing that makes your chest constrict and your innards claw to come out—how long has it been? In a world of instant gratification, I fear we’ve lost the thrill of …
I’ve given birth twice, and I’ve experienced the unspeakable privilege of watching both of my daughters give birth to their first babies. But I can say without reservation—I have no idea how life happens. How does an infant live in a sack of amniotic fluid for nine months and then suddenly enter a world of bright lights and noisy admirers …
It’s that time of year when we open our damper all the way. Sounds almost painful, doesn’t it—opening our damper? Fear not. It’s just that flap inside our main duct system leading to the upstairs floor vents. We partially close it in the winter to reduce the heat flow (that naturally rises) in the winter, and we open it in …
How do you form an opinion of someone you’ve just met? Dogs aren’t at all timid. They walk right up to each other and start sniffing. People generally use some restraint and do their assessing from a distance. Clothes, hairstyle, skin color, vocabulary—we use it all to form an identity for those we meet. What about forming your own identity? …
Egypt lauded Ra’s lovely chantress, whose heart was stolen by an ambitious priest named Potiphera.
In the powerful prequel to In Feast or Famine, Katesch was taken from her beloved son to become Pharaoh’s Songbird of Memphis. Her influence gains favor for an ambitious young priest named Potiphera. Drought scorches the land. Conspiracies thrive. Loyalties shift. Lives are lost. Can sacrifice free the Songbird from her gilded cage?
