Grace Ridden
He was adjusting to his day. His bookbag not completely on, flip phone open in hand, cheeks flush, he bobbed and weaved his just about four foot self through the…
He was adjusting to his day. His bookbag not completely on, flip phone open in hand, cheeks flush, he bobbed and weaved his just about four foot self through the…
Every now and then…like now, about 4 hours into a six hour flight to San Diego for my part time university research gig, I whip out my kindle, and instead…
I am hoping and trusting I’m not alone when I say, there are times in life when I thought I’d resolved something, learned the lesson, passed the test, etc. and…
All her joy, her hope, or vulnerability, her grit, and her grace, was exactly what I needed. Deep inhale, even deeper exhale, I smiled at the evening that was as…
“So how did you two meet,“ she asked? “Well, we actually met 10 years ago, “I responded. Her eyes widened. She already knew…there was a story. She also already knew…