stress

By Anne Pharr

Anne Pharr acknowledges the compassion fatigue that strikes the best teachers at the end of the semester.

By Tish Harrison Warren

Since my early twenties, I’ve gotten migraines. It is hard for me to describe them without sounding dramatic. They are, in actuality, a little dramatic. And they have shaped me, my life, my family, and my view of God.

By Stephanie White

This summer, we watched and waited as our garden unfurled. Andrew and I are renting a house that only recently became a rental, and the people who owned it and lived in it before us left a beautiful batch of perennials...

By Christine Jeske
One week before my family ended a ten-month stay in South Africa, I had a dream. In the dream, an old white-haired woman looked me in the eye and said...
By Stephanie White

A few years ago I had to decide whether or not to be tested for a genetic disorder, a choice that for me came down to whether or not I would live in fear. I remember putting it to an agnostic friend that way as I parsed through the decision...

By Dorcas Cheng-Tozun

I feel perpetually tired these days. Tired in my parenthood, tired of holding down the fort while my husband travels around the world for business, tired in the fledgling career I’m still trying to build. My best efforts keep getting poured out...

By Dorcas Cheng-Tozun

When I was young, Sunday was the busiest day of the week for our family. We would usually pull out of our garage by 8:30 am, commuting 20-30 minutes to one of the few Chinese immigrant churches in our area. Sunday school came first...

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