The pain of adultery is raw and intense. No metaphor does it justice, but if I were to try to describe it, I would picture being kicked...

There is a man I once knew whose name I don’t mention, and whose face I choose not to remember. He messed up my perception of who I was....

*Diane sat in my office and described to me all the issues she was having with her teenaged daughter.  As we talked about what she should...

I don’t usually write about current events.  For some reason I see it as the foray of “other” bloggers.  But, Lysa Terkeurst’s recent...