The Purge of Muchness By Elisa Morgan We've lived in our current home for nearly twenty years. Before that, we lived in several other...

House Sitting By Elisa Morgan I'm house sitting today. Okay. It's my house. But I'm still sitting in it and doing everyday tasks like...

Learning to Love Dogs By Elisa Morgan I have a regret. Most of my family and many of my friends won't be surprised when I confess. They...

Purpose as Paycheck​ By Elisa Morgan As I took my seat next to a smartly dressed man on a recent flight, my eye caught the ID tag on his...

Two Bites By Elisa Morgan As a child, I had a love/hate relationship with spaghetti. While my mother was rather unpredictable in much of...

Holy By Elisa Morgan As I stand in church in December and sing "O Holy Night, " I am pulled into reflecting on the utter holiness of God....

Thankful By Elisa Morgan I'm thankful for spit in the cookie batter. While I don't normally enjoy such an inclusion, I'm newly aware that...

The Learning Teacher ... And the Teaching Learner By Elisa Morgan "Where are you headed this week?" Carla asked the question to plan...

Mom Friends By Elisa Morgan When I became a mom, I had no idea who I was. Oh, I had known who I was - in the months and years before...

A Glossary for Grief By Elisa Morgan There is no specific word in the English language to describe a parent who has lost a child. A wife...

Who Knew? By Elisa Morgan Who knew that some forty-five years ago in a high school English class, I'd pull out a spiral notebook and...

Friendable? By Elisa Morgan WANTED: Female Friend. Age: Less (as in age-less). Location: Present. Availability: When needed. Skills:...

When Life Falls Apart at the Seems By Elisa Morgan Seems like I always pick the slowest checkout line. Seems like people I do favors for...

Eye-Openers By Elisa Morgan In this week before Easter, traditionally titled "Holy Week," many of us will journey through Jesus' final...

Shame-Less By Elisa Morgan Many of us - most of us? - are well-acquainted with shame. We wear shame as our second skin. It's the...

"Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty." Ann Voskamp,...

Friendship Soup By Elisa Morgan It was a Monday I think. An appointment made on the calendar one month prior. A monthly meeting. Because...

Christmas Isn't Over By Elisa Morgan Is your tree still up? Your lights still a twinkling? The carols still a playing? This is the week...

Christmas Changes Everything By Elisa Morgan When did Christmas become Christmas to you? When did it become more than Santa and stockings...

Bridle Bouquet By Elisa Morgan My dogs whined and paced at the back deck door, alerting me that someone - or something - was approaching...