After driving for over seven hours, we are stopped in a mile-long jam, a half-hour short of home. I am thankful we’d made a bathroom stop...

 Numbers have always escaped me. I was the one who could learn Latin faster than algebra, who spent college afternoons trying to grasp a mat...

Marcia Moston I stare at the new journal, pages blanker than a Vermont meadow after a snowfall, on the table next me. Every January 1 s...

Marcia Moston I was blistering with bad thoughts as I drove to my interview with Switch 42:16, a ministry here in Greenville that works...

I stare at the corner of the living room and consider whether or not to put up a Christmas tree this year. The kids are grown and gone, m...

It’s 4:32 a.m. and I am lying in bed thinking about bread. I want to get up and have a piece of my mother’s nut bread, t...

Marcia Moston I hear lots of people say they don’t watch the news. It’s all so negative—ax-wielding terrorists and flesh-eating disease...

The bad news is that we found a snakeskin in the crawl space. The good news is we found a big, really big, fat toad living there. He sat ...

 Marcia Moston As a writer for the Journey , Christian newspaper, I get to interview some of the remarkable men and women God positioned...

I’ll give you this—a dog has an impressive sense of smell. They have tens of thousands more receptors than we do, even two different pass...

I used to multi-task well. It was a handy ability for a woman who wanted to read every book, and who thought every adventure an equal opp...