Just run sprints. That is what my dad used to tell me constantly whenever I’d complained that I’d hit a plateau in my running. My dad was a...

Yesterday during lunch, I was talking to my cube-mate Tania about how I used to blog about recipes that Mark and I would make. Those blog ...

"I'm doing pretty good" became my phrase of choice after my dad died. For months, I got asked multiple times a day how I was h...

Last Sunday night, I was faced with one of the biggest dilemmas of my life. “Breaking Bad,” “Dexter,” “Keeping Up With The Kardashians” and...

Two months ago, Mark and I celebrated one year of marriage. You know...that first 365 days where you live in your honeymoon bliss and just s...

I remember a year or so ago sitting in a service at my home church, Valley Creek, listening to the pastor speak on the trials he went throug...

I have only had the sinking feeling where you actually don't know if everything is going to be alright three times in my life. The first...