Story Harvest

When I was a teenager, my parents, twin sister Laura and I lived in a 100-year-old, remodeled ranch house on 40 acres of rolling hills …

It was a peaceful Friday afternoon. Vases of flowers and cards filled with loving messages covered the polished table. The painful panic was just beginning …

What amazes me about people is that even though some are faced with seemingly insurmountable odds, they move ahead with courage and hope. I’m inspired …

When I was growing up, my weekends felt boring and ritualistic. Since my dad is a pastor, we went to church, and then my parents …

Ciara was our first child, born during the lazy days of summer when hopes were high and dreams weaved themselves into the fabric of our …

Like many people, I grew up in a poor family. My mom was a single mother to us four kids and did her best to provide …

“Don’t give up! Keep pushing!” As I look into the eyes of this innocent woman, I know right away that I am far from home. …

I write music; always have. Since I was four years old and teaching my sisters the lyrics to my first hit, “sister came and popped …

My husband and I were enjoying a warm summer evening and talking about the trip to Steamboat Rock State Park we were planning for the …

It was a warm summer day in 1975. I was living in Atlanta, Georgia, at the time teaching Social Studies. We lived in a town home in the …