By Sophia Conway | Essay | I stumbled across haiku during a season of struggling with grief, mental health, and a difficult pregnancy. I can’t remember how I initially encountered haiku and the books that inspired me to begin writing my own, but I recall these micro poems as one of many lifelines thrown to me during my months spent curled up on the couch or in bed.

By Kris Green | Essay | Ingredients: Water Flour Honey Oil Salt Yeast Step 1. Add living water, for all growth comes from water, to a bowl.

By Kris Green | Series | After mowing my yard, I push the lawnmower toward the back door and start cleaning up. I inhale the smell of fresh-cut grass and try not to remember that I once read that the scent is the plant’s way of crying out in pain.

By Angela Townsend | Essay | I am woefully out of practice at writing about Jesus. This is no fault of Jesus, who has been kneading daily

By Kris Green | Series | My daughter doesn’t like to hold my hand. Maybe it has something to do with having a big brother who has decided

By K.V. | Essay | A baby was perched in a highchair, smashing peas and sweet potatoes into her mouth. Most of it was landing in her curls

By Kellie D. Brown | Essay | A few years before I left for college, my church’s music minister offered me this sage advice— “Don’t major in

By Judy Lorenzen | Essay | Being human and living in time, so many situations look impossible: the person who cannot stop drinking alcohol

By Lauren Heck | Essay | The beach is hot, my skin feels the burning of the sun, I am dehydrated, and with every step I take a gust of wind