Stories about faith, fitness, and the healing of broken hearts, minds, and bodies 

Today, I took Itty to the vet for a re-check. A few days earlier, I had called to cancel another appointment. Except someone made a...

I pursed my lips when I heard clink-clinking in the dryer. "Did you leave a jump drive in your pocket again?” I snapped at my husband,...

I had just watched Itty-Bitty shimmy down a tree and sprint across the backyard. By the next morning, she was blind. Itty mostly hangs...

My heart breaks for the friends I can’t keep. The ones who stop returning phone calls. Whose texts fade to unresponsiveness. Who move...

To stop starting then stopping, to overcome a funk, or to deepen your workouts, delve into these four fuels. 1. Nutrition. Typically, we...

My best friend and I saw each other every day from the time we were three years old to 18. When I lost him, I lost myself. I'll never forget his last words: "I'm tired of defending you. I just want to be popular." Over the years, I've tried not to replay that moment. It's one that will break my heart over and over again if I allow it. I brace myself every time I edit the chapter I wrote about us, but sometimes I can't prepare for the memories it brings, and even if I could, I