Author: Kristina.Tanner

I made my way down the stairs in search of the child belonging to the stray sock in my hand.  Flustered, I looked around the living room as the minutes ticking down to the opening of church service.  My son stood in the middle...

In my last post I wrote about chivalry and I so enjoyed the discussions that blossomed out of that post.  If you’d like to join in, you can find them here.  While most of us find it easier to teach our sons courtesy and...

He groaned and heaved his weight against the steel blade held captive by the rock.  Once again mustering all his available strength the young boy furrowed his brow, braced his feet and strained upward.  The unforgiving stone...