Don’t forget to stir.

Bleary eyed from just waking up, I trudged to the kitchen to make my morning Darjeeling, a strong black tea. I like it black—just plain tea, no milk—but also with a little something to sweeten it up. (Living for five years in London never convinced me that milk and tea go together.) I sat down... Continue Reading →

2021 Housing Wisdom

It's almost Halloween, 2021, so we aim to make this time of year less scary for all those peering into the murky waters of Off Grounds Housing: The Good. The Bad. The Ugly. We hope your Hoo can avoid The Ugly haunted-by-mold-houses or The Bad deader-than-dead-beat-landlords. We pray your Hoo will find The Good compatible-roommates-clean-apartments-convenient-locations. But even if they... Continue Reading →

How To Move a Hoo

Let's face it, moving is difficult on many levels—physically, mentally and emotionally.  It's especially hard for the one who is moving away from everything they know and for those they leave behind. That's why you and your Hoo (whether a rising first year, a transfer student or a returning student who chose to study from... Continue Reading →

Passing The Baton

When I was in high school I was required to take PE, required to run around a track, and required to run the last leg of a relay. The baton pass was a success! But as I sprinted closer and closer to the end, I turned my head, looking to my left—toward the inside of... Continue Reading →

The Weapons We Fight With

The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. 2 Corinthians 10:4 When it comes to advocating and supporting our HOOs while they live through hard times, we MomsHooPray are tough. (Think Xena Warrior Princess tough, just without the mean face!) Since... Continue Reading →

Caught Red Handed

When I was 5, I got caught sneaking into my lovable neighbor's home in order to get a fistful of candy from the dish I knew she kept on her coffee table. Hmmm...maybe she was the first person to pray for me. Or maybe it was the lady across the street who I—at the ripe... Continue Reading →

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