I’m just not good with plants. I’m not sure whether they don’t care for me or I’m just not destined for plant greatness, but my plants never survive.

As I’m walking across the parking lot, I sense that something is different, but I can’t put my finger on it.

Something about January puts me in a soup mood. This week I made Italian wedding soup.

When I hear snow is coming, I can’t wait to start baking.

Maybe 2020 will simply be a year to be open and receptive to how God wants us to experience His love, wherever we are.

Are you still celebrating Christmas? It’s only the 10th day of Christmas, and the Three Kings haven’t yet arrived. Our tree is still up, and we have been exchanging final gifts with friends and baking cookies.

We can’t know what lies ahead. As much as we might not like uncertainty, there’s also a gift in not knowing what the future holds.

“Little Women” has been performed many times, but my favorite rendition doesn’t feature Elizabeth Taylor or Winona Ryder.

Stories from Christmas, including how an Old Bay ornament made its way to our tree

God knows how the Infant Jesus will capture our attention—if we just let Him.