Where Are You Running?

Sometimes it seems like motherhood is a track-and-field event. We chase kids. We hurtle the conflicts life throws at us. We shot-put our bad attitudes out of our day (or at least try). And we run. We run to our kids’ school, run to the store, run to soccer practice, run to make dinner, and Continue »

Arkansas Hope and Rubble

My heart was pounding as I quickly laced up my shoes, shouting to my son that there was a tornado heading our way. My husband grabbed dirt bike helmets for our protection while my son stripped his bed and placed the mattress in the hallway. Out our west window, we could see a black sky Continue »