Messing up My Order

Messing up My Order

At the start of my last semester of college, I sent in what I thought would be my best paper yet. It was for my advanced composition class, so I wanted the professor to know that I was indeed advanced. It was beautifully laced with headings, and each paragraph argued...
When our Husbands Hurt

When our Husbands Hurt

My dear fellow wife, I know. I know you’ve been thrown a curve ball. I know your heart is hurting. It’s hurting because your husband’s heart is hurting. Your sweet rock has been cracked. He has been kicked, bruised, torn down. He has been rejected....