Teenagers, Mom Jeans & A Mustache

Teenagers, Mom Jeans & A Mustache

Christina’s Story: People reached out to me. It started in high school. See, I was a bit of a floozy in high school. That’s a lie. I was a total floozy. Here’s the thing. We’re created to worship, and whether we worship God or goodness or fashion or Jazzercise...
My Baby’s Name

My Baby’s Name

Christina’s* Story: I will never forget the buzz of the vacuum. Nor will I forget the insensitive nurse informing me, “this part shouldn’t hurt” as she forcefully pressed down on my abdomen while the life-sustaining water poured out, splashing on the floor. My...