Living in a Cracker Box
Sometimes I feel like I’m living in the bottom of an old cracker box—full of crumbs and cracker dust. Seriously, everywhere I look is a…
Sometimes I feel like I’m living in the bottom of an old cracker box—full of crumbs and cracker dust. Seriously, everywhere I look is a…
Several years ago, when I was going through foster parent training, I attended a class about parenting children in crisis. The speaker described how we…
“Mommy! Today was funny hat day! We didn’t wear hats! You forgot the hats!” That’s how my kindergartner and first grader greeted me after school…
When I see the words “lovin’ on my kids” I envision wrapping my arms around them, breathing in their sweet scent (well, at least after…
Last night I danced. I put on the Bluetooth speaker, cranked up the songs, grabbed an 11-year old who happened to be walking through the…
During a recent car ride one of my children asked, “Momma, what are feelings?” I began to answer, “They’re how you feel. I mean what…
A few years ago I had an interesting conversation with my youngest daughter. It truly isn’t unusual for us to have these scratch your head…
There are days when muttering under my breath is all I seem to do. When complaints cross my lips like sprinters crossing finish lines. When…
I remember one of the first times I heard about seasons in a woman’s life. It was at a Bible study on Proverbs 31. We…
All my life I’ve wanted to be a gardener … a master gardener. I’ve longed for a green thumb. Mine has a decidedly blackish tint—my…