The air had started to cool and the bistro lights brightened. The soft yellow glare looked magical and familiar against the lush green leaves….
As the title page explains, Tracy McKay’s memoir The Burning Point is “a memoir of addiction, destruction, love, parenting, survival, and hope”. It is…
I joined the LDS Church as a teenager and was utterly jubilant to find a church home that deepened my Christian faith walk in…
Fear is a thing, people. It slouches, menacing, no respecter of persons, and is worse than any Harry Potter dementor.
And no, I don’t mean…
I first tasted snow when I was five.
Frozen doilies, one after one, melted
on my tongue, tingling as ice cream.
When I was a teen on…