Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read We settle into our seats at church, finally counting enough spaces for our large, mismatched family, and breathe a sigh of relief just before the music starts. As the music minister makes his way to the stage, a friend twists around and leans over her seat: “It’s official! We’re adopting!” This isn’t the first time…
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read When I was a little girl, I told everyone that I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. As I got older, I realized that my truer passion was writing. At that point, I decided I wanted to marry an artist when I grew up (that way, he could illustrate my books!). Though I still…
Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read As last year came to a close, I did feel that sweet sorrow of closing a familiar book, but the stronger emotion was definitely regret.
There is nothing sweet about regret. Regret is bitter and unhelpful. Yet looking back at my last year’s goals and resolutions only increased the bitterness…
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read Emma Christine couldn’t have known at that time that she would one day take a ship to Ellis Island to meet her fiancé in New York. She couldn’t have known that they would have many descendants and she couldn’t have known that I would be one of them. Yet here we are, well over a hundred years later, preparing to celebrate her homeland and the traditions she brought to ours.
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read My mother was in her chair in the living room, laptop on her lap and stacks of books at her feet when she looked up at me with an expression of desperation.
“I’m too Protestant for this!” she cried.
This year, for the first time, my family is celebrating Advent..
Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read Over the years, my family has celebrated Thanksgiving in a variety of ways. There was the year that my dad’s job had us commuting back and forth from our home in Central Texas to an apartment in Hartford, Connecticut. We ate turkey sandwiches at a rest stop (and didn’t mind one bit, if I recall)….
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read Curled up on the couch across from my dad, I bring up a nerve-wracking subject. My stomach twists as I slowly weave words, not about boys or privileges, but of books and pens put to paper. I ask him what he thinks I should do about it, about my writing. I talk about it as if it was something between a terminal illness and an upcoming coronation. What do I do about this inevitable, undying, powerfully pending thing?
Caroline Rose Sanders 2 Minute Read God’s Gifts. We’ve all heard them talked about and we’ve all talked about them. “My family, the right to worship, good health,” are common answers. These are special things never to be overlooked. Maybe you’d say “Financial stability” or “A good education.” These too are great. But the Bible says: “Every good gift and every…
The End.
The End.