by Kim Pullen
It’s easy to live comfortingly in the cocoon of our own little world. Numbers like this wake us up to the fact that there is so much more going on in the world than we can possibly fathom. And while we may not be able to keep up with it all, God can....
by Kim Pullen
I was cleaning out a closet in my house when I pulled out a tub of crocheted items and felt a lump lodge in my throat. My father—who would have turned 70 this week but succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 2004—had made the items for me and my daughters during my...
by Kim Pullen
I’m not usually given to weepiness over a pet. I only have a dog, ferrets, and bearded dragons because I have kids. When my nest empties, the ferrets and dragons go with the kids. (The dog probably won’t live that long.) So you’d think when it came time to putting an...
by Kim Pullen
I stood in the dark at the end of New Years–the pop and fizz of fireworks long gone–hugging the crocheted blanket and sobbing for my daddy.My father’s been dead for more than six years. Cancer. And while I don’t think of him everyday because quite frankly...
