Jen Hatmaker’s “Awake” lands like a spiritual defibrillator, jolting readers out of the autopilot haze we Gen Xers perfected somewhere…
Jen Hatmaker’s “Awake” lands like a spiritual defibrillator, jolting readers out of the autopilot haze we Gen Xers perfected somewhere…
I cried as an alcoholic. I cried as a mother. I cried as a 41-year-old woman raising a nearly three-year-old child, reading…

