The Destruction Zone
My poor house. I pull out my vacuum cleaner, and it’s covered with stickers. Still don’t know which child did that. But those are sparkly…
My poor house. I pull out my vacuum cleaner, and it’s covered with stickers. Still don’t know which child did that. But those are sparkly…
Recently I’ve observed an interesting practice by a number of parents with young children. As dinner time draws near the parent asks the child, “What…
Almost a year ago I listened to an interview with bestselling author Karen Kingsbury, in which she shared the story behind a poem I’ve posted…
When I think back over my life, one of the things that I regret is that I didn’t soak in the season I was in…
My 2-year-old daughter has been living in an elastic-waist pink skirt with balloons of lace at the sides, trimmed with silver beads and pink feathers….
Recently I was chatting with the mother of a 4-year-old. This 4-year-old, according to others, has never heard the word “no.” Unusually bright, this child is…
As I pulled into my driveway the other day, I saw one of my neighbors heading for her backyard. I jumped out of the car…
Last summer, as many of you will remember, our daughter and son-in-law gave birth to their first-born, a little girl named Molly, who only lived…
Not too long ago I was telling you about my conviction that I needed to cultivate moments of quiet and peace in my home and…
“I DON’T WANT TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!” He was doing that distinctive wiggle on his chair, and he’d been doing it for 10 minutes. Rather than another…