Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
Those concrete bleachers
I spent some years of my childhood going to this place. The little elementary school boys would play…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
Dawn of the unknown
When I was at the beach a few weekends ago, I saw college graduates walking around in their…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
Masters of the Air
If you know me personally, then you know I’m obsessed with airplanes––specifically, WWII aircraft. And more specifically, the…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
The scenic lane home
Last week, I was in the car with my mom, driving along the highway, when we came to…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
If I could go back
I spent most of my teenage life involved in youth group. The group was close-knit, and in the…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
The thrill of 25
Since I’ve been in my 20s and in my established friend group of more twenty-somethings, I’ve heard the…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
Welcome home, Tabitha
Remember the other week I went on that beach run, but all I really wanted was that iced…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
Java nice run!
Over the weekend, I went on a church retreat with about ten girls to Edisto Island. That Saturday…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
Just that simple
The Sabbath––the seventh day. The day of rest before starting a work week all over again. Here’s some…
Growing Pains - M.M. Cochran
Missing notes
I grew up playing piano. Ten years of lessons, from age eight to 18. Somewhere in between, though,…
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