Moving to Africa
Because many of you have been with me as I have been “growing up” in my motherhood, I am elated (and only slightly terrified) to…
Because many of you have been with me as I have been “growing up” in my motherhood, I am elated (and only slightly terrified) to…
A few nights ago found me at a dinner theater, silently viewing the musical Annie from a darkened front-row table. I watched with mixed emotions:…
It was one of those checkout lines that was not made for women with four children seven years old and under. Twenty, maybe thirty minutes…
Author’s note: Some of you know that I struggle painfully with overcommitting, overworking, and a number of other (uh, prideful, fearful, faithless…) related issues that…
Does your family have a whiner? (Do you grimace when I mention this person?) One of my children, who is five, has managed to bring…
As a fun teaching tool at our house — and you’ve probably heard of it before — I landed on the idea of making an…
My five-year-old is fascinated by The Little Engine that Could. He leans his curly head against my arm while I read from the exhausted halt of the…
I sympathize a lot with a line of Meg Ryan’s character in You’ve Got Mail. One night on email, she wonders, “I lead a small…
“Will you tell me another one, Mom?” My blonde-haired, blue-eyed son and I polished off peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while the younger kids pumped…
Report on last week: epic fail. Generally, my head-on attack of my rather vicious anger problem, by God’s power and grace, has been an exciting…