When it comes right down to it, God is just a sappy romantic. “Blasphemy!” you say. “Sacrilege! Heresy!” In the words of Inigo Montoya[i], “Let me ‘splain.” In Hollywood, they’re called chick-flicks. In the publishing world, the genre is affectionately called...
My feet are finally firmly planted on the water’s surface. (Yes, you read that right.) Six years ago, I stepped out of the boat and agreed with my husband to open our fitness studio. Last year, I let go of the edge of the boat and started homeschooling. This month,...
