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Today, my child is growing in emotional awareness and skill. Since this is a day that ends in “y,” there’s a good chance that it may involve an outburst, disobedience, or an action that feels like disrespect to me. This can be hard for ANYONE to respond to gracefully. I am certainly not alone! Even professionals in the parenting realm–people who teach others how to navigate this role– have confessed that they, too, struggle on a daily basis to stay composed. Becoming an adul

In my early 20s, I answered a Craigslist ad seeking someone to write original music for a short film about a nerdy guy who keeps...

(Work in progress) Every apocalyptic story you've seen imagines a brutal, violent aftermath — but what if it were different? Ben England...

A meditation for parents of children who don't fit into the mold God, I come to You tired. Not from lack of love— but from pouring it out, over and over, into seeds I can’t yet see the fruit of. You know the garden I planted this year. You saw the seeds I saved by hand— chosen from last summer’s joy. You watched me buy the lights, prepare the soil, water them with care and hope, envisioning a bountiful garden. And You saw what came—or didn’t. How spring arrived, and

VERSE 1 A thousand things I can’t accomplish         A million things I don’t know what to do. The books or the bank or the candlestick...

Gabby isn’t easy. She questions what others accept, speaks what she thinks, and never quite learned the art of letting things slide. Her master plan was simple: Step 1 — move in with her long-time friends. Step 2 — start grad school.Step 3 — transform the world. But just as she begins stepping into the life she imagined, everything unravels. Suddenly alone in a city she barely knows, Gabby lands in the guest house of a ninety-year-old stranger with a deaf cat, a cluttered at