Two years ago, I wrote this short little article (in part inspired by the theme of my novella, The Gift of Her Heart) to be printed in my...

I thought I was depressed. I would sit on the bathroom floor with my head in my hands and cry. Because I thought I was a disappointment....

I don’t know about you, but I like plans. Routine. Lists. There’s something comforting in knowing what you’re doing before you do it,...