You tuck your hair back in a ponytail. Your hands have memorized the familiar flip, flip, flipping of the hands as you tie your locks back. ...

The bottom of the year is such a funny juxtaposition to January's fresh slate. December is when we eat too much, spend too much and ...

Here's my story. The reason behind my designs. The reason behind my whole life. (Me, clearing my throat, waiting for you to run.) ...

I was in fourth grade when my teacher, Mr. Liu, taught fractions. He drew a pie shape on the chalkboard. (Yes, CHALKBOARD.) He a...

Recently my husband was home on a Saturday which he found particularly difficult. The weather was rainy; we were stuck inside. He tried t...

The Jesus I know is not one who I would recognize. He doesn't choose to be in the spotlight. And when he catches someone in a scanda...

Summer vacation started this week for both my girls. Every year before my munchkins come home, I envision us holding hands, going to the...