Baby, it is fully respectable to be a true-blue steel magnolia. The strongest souls I know carry both gentleness and grit — a little grace, a little holy stubbornness — because the willow that bends but does not break is too busy growing deep roots and reaching for light to waste time proving...

Baby, Valentine’s Day is over. The candy’s half-eaten, the flowers are already leaning sideways, and real life is back at the door knocking like it owns the place. Good. Because love was never meant to be a one-day performance. Love is daily reps. Love is showing up when nobody claps. Love is...

Baby, be a David — not the slingshot version, the psalm-writing, sheep-watching, trust-when-no-one-is-looking version. Because giants will always shout. That’s their job. Noise, fear, hurry, pressure — all stomping around like they own the valley. But David didn’t walk in loud. He walked in...