Brenda Cobb Murphy

“The other day we went to see a waterfall,” my friend Amy tells me, referring to her spiritual time with Jesus. “There were steps to walk down and he …

My plan was to spend my morning at the local college library. It was perfect—a few hours away to write without interruptions and distractions. I ran into a few …

As younger teens, my kids would spend Christmas afternoon having a Christmas party with their cousins. That left my husband Terry and me for the rest of the day …

The first space I can remember that belonged solely to me was a top dresser drawer with a key. In it I kept secret notes from my best friend, …

I’m sitting here at Panera, having finished my bacon and spinach souffle. I’m still sipping on my latte, though it’s not as good as mine at home. But hey, …