Lisa Kent

With each gift, my beloved speaks a language of love. When I was young, I married my best friend, a cliché dismissed as sentimental until it happens to...

When I knit, my mother is close. The older I get, the more I’m drawn homeward. When the weather turns cold, my craving for soup on the stove,...

Capturing the exquisite moments with eyes wide open. It’s a gorgeous spring day on our 22 acres outside Fulton, rolling green set against a periwinkle sky. It’s where...

The power of belonging. The night is a pleasant 68 degrees, but heat emanates from the bright stadium lights, and I’m damp beneath my Rock Bridge High School...

When what we need is to forgive ourselves. The words are sharp, a staccato litany of frustrations ricocheting around the room. They’re mine, directed at my misbehaving teenager....

When all we can do is hold their pain. Editor’s Note: I am excited to introduce “Seasons,” a place that embraces the real-life issues we face every day...