I called my grandmother the other day, and it struck me that whenever we express excitement for an upcoming holiday, she always says, “It’s so nice when all four of us get together. It’s always a good time.” Not always, I’m tempted to think. Given our situation, things can get

Dual-Level. Dual-Identity. English major and Education major. The student and the teacher. Who am I meant to be? Over these last 5 years, I have watched friends graduate, find jobs, find joy. This year I got married and moved 2 times and changed jobs and it feels like that’s enough

It’s a beautiful May evening in Philadelphia. You and your significant other enjoy a lovely meal, telling stories both new and old. The fabric of your conversation further weaves the tapestry of your relationship. Then, you two go on a walk. It is slightly chiller than you anticipated. You ask

Greetings, lovers of all things spooky and writerly! There is still time to submit your short story for the Spooky Writing Competition! The prompt is this: “He barred the windows and double checked the alarm. Still, it came in– undetected through the roof.” Feeling fear-spired yet? Submissions should be around

I sit at my apartment table, plugging away on my laptop for hours. It’s only Monday, but it feels like I’m already behind. Finally, around 1pm, I reach a stopping place and heat up some homemade stew. Lunchtime at last! The microwave dingdingdings! and I cup my hands around the

How was World Reach Week, Cairn? Maybe you’re a freshman and seeing all those missions tables was a little overwhelming. Perhaps you’re a seasoned student and have talked with some representatives from the many visiting groups, but you always seem to forget the ones that made the most impression. If

Wearily, I lug the loaded triboard poster from my car. The blacktop simmers beneath my shoes. It is hot as heck out here! I can’t wait for sweater weather. Looking up, I see others making this same trip up on the walkway, posters in their arms, too. I reckon it’s

This is the continuation of a devotional series I started in March about my favorite Psalm of all time. Last time, we left off with little Julianne reading “Even before a word is on my tongue, You, Lord, know it completely” in her school’s small library years ago. I used

Jesus, you felt it The jeering, The “what if”s Disciple or Pharisee, Friend or foe, didn’t Matter see ‘Cause all day, non-quitting: WhyWhatHowWho’sHe Yet you stood By what you said Dauntless, because you could Feel in your bones what we’ve only read: Every step, in His authority Every word, from

When my parents separated during my last year of middle school, you could usually find me hiding in my school’s tiny library. You’d think that, with my love of fiction, you would find me clutching an old copy of Artemis Fowl or Percy Jackson. But actually, I’d be reading 2