Grief has changed my posture, but faith has fixed my gaze. It’s been two weeks since we laid Jane’s body to rest. Our dinner table has an empty seat, the Tupperware has remained perfectly in place, the sounds in our house have changed, my lap remains empty for movie night and the scent of her […]

The importance of our story is less about the narrative and much more about the author. Who am I and why does my story matter? In a traditional sense, there is nothing special about me or my family. My name is Casey and I grew up in the loveliest village on the plains in Alabama. […]