iHunger

I was raised by wanderers. My childhood involved a lot of moving. I come from noble stock of Southern Baptist nomads. Our moving had absolutely nothing to do with our faith and everything to do with my daddy’s occupation.  We were not wandering in the desert for forty...

Embracing an Imperfect Christmas

As I sighed heavily this past week over my unfinished Christmas to-do list, I was gently reminded of lesson I learned (and keep relearning) this past summer. It was after a hot day spent doing yard projects and housework that my husband invited our neighbors over for...

Christmas Reminder

It was almost Christmas week, when merriment and expectation should mingle with the aroma of great foods and family gatherings.  But that was not the case the Christmas my husband left us.  There was no Christmas cheer in our home, no money for gifts or even a tree. ...