Is Your To-Do List a Monster?
Something tells me I’m not the only one with a to-do list that’s got a lot more mileage than my day. You’ve been there. When…
Something tells me I’m not the only one with a to-do list that’s got a lot more mileage than my day. You’ve been there. When…
It was time: My husband and I took a night away just before the new year. We needed to pray, to plan, to think—both alone…
Sunday afternoons at my house have had some perks lately. They have found me on my back porch with a little 5-year-old who looks a…
I’ve been there, and am still somewhat there. It’s fuzzy. Mostly for severe lack of sleep. But I remember. Some of you are still nursing…
A handful of people I talk to seem bewildered—or concerned—by some strange internal constitution that would make us attempt Africa with four kids. (It seems…
You’ve probably done it yourself before. Packing up to travel home after all of the Christmas festivities and generous gifts of relatives who—like God—love to…
It was a family wedding. Everyone was exclaiming over the kids, reluctantly decked out in their ring bearer getup—or happily in a flower girl dress….
Christmas is a funny thing, isn’t it? Take the other night at my house: Christmas decorating night! We hauled out the boxes of decorations from…
I went in for my every-three-and-a-half-months, I’ve-put-this-off-too-long, please-cut-my-hair-so-it-doesn’t-look-like-I’m-wearing-a-lampshade appointment at the hairdresser. I have a headful of decidedly curly, i.e. forgiving but frizzy hair, quickly becoming more frizzy and less forgiving. I believe the dialogue went something like this.
Hairstylist: Are you under a lot of stress?
Me: Um, well, yeah. Some.
It was as if I was watching a Polaroid photo develop. First, a vague figure appeared. “You know, we have a family history of ADD.”…