The Approval of One
The memories of my first years in America are emblazoned in my mind. There’s nothing like the immigrant experience to teach one how to become a people pleaser. Desperately wanting to belong and be...
Author: Laura Colella
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When I was in first grade, I learned to part my hair down the middle and use a barrette on each side to keep the hair out of my eyes. One day, no matter how hard I tried, the part looked crooked, and...
Goodbye, Identity Crisis
A very long time ago now, God made this star—my first baby girl. For the first year or so, every time I heard her wake, I felt like it was Christmas morning. I couldn’t get enough of her.
And in a...
She Serves Me Well
The text messages went back and forth between the five of us old college friends. We hadn’t all been together since we graduated more than 20 years ago, but here we were, planning a reunion. As the...
Where I’m From Isn’t Who I Am
I have vivid memories of feeling inferior to my peers as a kid. My single mom did her best, but living in an apartment in a wealthy town can be rough. I never felt cool enough, rich enough, or popular...
Agree To Disagree
When I was 12 years old, I remember church meetings because I could attend with my parents as a newly baptized church member. Excited to be included was an understatement.
Don’t Give Up On Breaking News
Have you stopped noticing breaking news? Certainly, he stream of clickbait headlines, sensationalism, and media wars are endlessly annoying. Every channel works its angle. Every source sounds biased....
Humble, Honest, And You
I am admittedly a recovering “news junkie”, having been schooled by my father, who read the Daily News cover to cover all of my childhood. My dad had an imaginary “Do not disturb until dinner”...
Especially Fond Of You
As I reflect on today’s verse, one of my favorite books comes to mind. The Shack by William Paul Young follows Mackenzie “Mack” Allen Phillip, who grapples with his faith after a family tragedy....