Facing My Worst Self in the Grocery Line

A happy cow in a field.

Every few weeks, I drive to my local Sprouts store and buy a couple bags of organic Guatemalan coffee. This particular Sprouts store is a rather, shall we say, relaxed establishment where long lines are part of the experience. On a recent Thursday at 5 p.m., three cashiers were open and the lines of people stretched all … Read more

A Letter to My 17 Year Old Self

Eliza Cross at 17 years old.

This is a post I wrote a few birthdays ago. As the years pass, I find that I’m more introspective on my birthday — so deeply grateful for another year and all of the experiences and blessings of this life. I recently found a photo of myself taken about forty years ago. As I studied … Read more