Jubilee Lipsey

Growing up, I measured time by the books I was reading and the songs that captured my attention. As the months turned into years, I...

So often, we act as though being saved or “born again” is a solitary moment that happens and then it’s over. We said the magic words and...

The Winthrop Harbor beach wears an icy coating, a mirror painted so close, I can see individual grains of sand glistening frigid blue and...