Meltdown Management
“Nothing’s wrong!” So says my daughter’s voice, but her body language betrays her. Something about the glaring, stomping, creased-forehead, teary look tips me off. Rapid…
“Nothing’s wrong!” So says my daughter’s voice, but her body language betrays her. Something about the glaring, stomping, creased-forehead, teary look tips me off. Rapid…
I stood at the counter holding up a box of crackers. “Can you read this?” I asked my 8-year-old daughter, an excellent reader, who was…
by Lindy Ford If you’ve ever flown in a commercial airplane, you’ve heard a flight attendant say, “In case of emergency, put the oxygen mask…
It was a bitterly cold Kansas morning. And our usually snug and warm home felt freezing because the heater had stopped working in the middle…
A while back one of my sweet friends complained her husband had ruined something while doing housework—and he heard all about it. Several times. My…
Romance is one of those words that feels like it should only be ascribed to the affection between a man and woman. It conjures up…
This past summer, something amazing happened when our extended family traveled to my old stomping grounds in Washington, D.C., to take a tourist tour of…
“How come everyone is all excited when she finishes her math book, but nobody cares when I finish mine?” My son, age 11, struggled to…
Happy Valentine’s Day! We have a special message for you today because we know sometimes as mothers we don’t see ourselves the way we should….
It is two minutes till midnight and I am a full hour past my self-professed bedtime. I wander into my kids’ bedrooms, re-cover them, give…