10 of the Greatest Last Lines in Literature
On the walk to school, my third grade writing friend asks me what to do if she can’t figure out how to end her story.
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On the walk to school, my third grade writing friend asks me what to do if she can’t figure out how to end her story.
My youngest daughter shares the incredible news: The classroom eggs have hatched! “Wow! What was it like?” I ask. I’ve never actually seen anything hatch
This morning, my friend tells me her secret for sanity in the midst of pursuing a Ph.D., raising young children, maintaining a great marriage, and
She leaves her nest again at 4:00 PM today. I use my phone to peer inside. I’m hoping to find another egg. Robin Eggs I
I’m thankful for edible paper made of sugar. We’re really improving our technique with the hamburger cupcakes. This means I can cut out lettuce and
I sneak under the Weeping Cherry. I part branches like great curtains and tuck myself inside. It’s quiet and earthy in there. It’s cool and
My husband calls to report a flair moment from the hardware store. A older employee stands in an aisle cleaning up something with a younger
Years ago, folks would ask me if I was going to write a blog that day. Now, they ask not if but when. When will
Years ago, I took very seriously Paul’s promise to Timothy that God “richly provides all things for our enjoyment.” The first part of that promise
Last night, we say good-bye to some graduating doctoral and masters students. We’ve known them a long time–long enough to see some get engaged, find