by Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

After the death of her brother, heroine Meg Kavanagh realizes that she is made of glass―she’s fragile, and she’s about to break. But moving to Wyoming and attempting to hold together family bonds begins to change things, and Meg realizes she’s not as fragile as she seems. It isn’t until she meets cowboy Henry that she discovers the one thing that will really make her strong: faith in Jesus Christ. Glass Girl by Laura Anderson Kurk is a story packed with sorrow, hope, redemption, and love. (more…)

by Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

Every November since I can remember, I’ve packed shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child. I always picked a girl and boy my age and filled my shoeboxes to the brim with crayons, notepads, toothbrushes, soap, and—most important, in my opinion—stuffed animals. By the time I packed the box, I practically had to sit on the lid to get it to snap into place. (more…)

By RTF Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

Studying can be a drag sometimes, but I’ve found some pretty nice sites that lend a helping hand. Since school is in full swing, I thought I’d share them with you. (I’m in no way affiliated with these sites, and, though I’d like it a whole lot, I’m not getting any money for mentioning them.) Check them out:  (more…)

By Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

The word change brings a lot of random thoughts to my mind. The change I have in my wallet, for instance.

I don’t care much about it.

I rarely use change unless I’m getting something out of a vending machine, which is next to never. I usually pay with some crisp bills and then dump whatever the cashier hands back into my already accumulated abyss of change. When my wallet gets full, I collect change on my desk or bookshelf in a metal bucket. (more…)

By RTF Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

My mom’s face twisted as she watched the television screen. Unable to control my curiosity, I moved into the living room to see what she was watching.

It was a Britney Spears concert. And I knew exactly why my mom was so disappointed. Britney was, as usual, dancing seductively on stage in a skimpy outfit, stopping to rub her body up against some male dancer.

Then the camera panned the crowd and stopped at a young girl, maybe twelve, dancing to the music and viewing Britney with eyes of wonder and amazement.

My stomach flopped. (more…)

by Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

I have to make a confession . . . though, really, it is more like a declaration.

I’ve never been on a date before. And I’m 17.

There’s more.

I’ve never been kissed either. Not ever. Not even a peck on the cheek.

Now, this excludes family members, especially elderly great-aunts. I’m only referring to real kisses, like the ones between Prince Charming and the princess. (more…)

by Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

Every Christmas, for as long as I can remember, my dad—with the help of my mom—would set up a treasure hunt for my older sister and me. And every Christmas, my sister and I knew that whatever we would find at the end of the hunt would be the biggest gift ever. (more…)

by Staff Writer Jennifer Grimes

He was my first puppy.

I was thirteen or fourteen when I fell in love with him. My family had finally moved out of a rental house and on to a nice piece of land, a place where we would be able to get a dog.

We picked out the most adorable border collie, and he became my best (animal) friend. (more…)