Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
If I could go back
I spent most of my teenage life involved in youth group. The group was close-knit, and in the end, we were all friends, no matter ...
I spent most of my teenage life involved in youth group. The group was close-knit, and in the end, we were all friends, no matter ...
Since I’ve been in my 20s and in my established friend group of more twenty-somethings, I’ve heard the same thing over and over, most of ...
Remember the other week I went on that beach run, but all I really wanted was that iced latte? Well, something amazing happened. After I ...
Over the weekend, I went on a church retreat with about ten girls to Edisto Island. That Saturday morning, I was reading through the Gospel ...
The Sabbath––the seventh day. The day of rest before starting a work week all over again. Here’s some not-very-restful news: until this past Sunday, I ...
I grew up playing piano. Ten years of lessons, from age eight to 18. Somewhere in between, though, I wouldn’t say I became less interested ...
New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day––they had passed in a frenzy of glittery necklaces, loud, golden horns that blasted through midnight, and women in ...
When I was about seven years old, my dad took a business trip to Atlanta. For a few days, I was home with my mom ...
Over the weekend, I had a movie night with my friends, and we watched The Polar Express––arguably the best Christmas movie of all time. Listen, ...
Last December, the week before Christmas, I visited New York City. My boyfriend, ever so lovingly, Googled “Best Hot Chocolate in NYC,” and may I ...